I step back and look at the shards of me, 
the slow motion explosion of dismembered parts of me. 
Teeth. Tongue. Hair. Kaboom. 

My torso begins to paint in the nude, 
    I know I'm there and coming soon
my symphony is cacophonous, lewd:
arms float off when I begin to conduct
and the slapping of flesh sounds like applause.

Marie Kondo taught me to say thank you
to things I plan to give away; my tongue falls through holes
in pink esophagus, I see an ear float past my face.

Yeah, that's right then. I'm inside you or inside me
in the eye of the swirl of the 'cane or the sea,
you're a spitting image of what I am breaking to be. Just wait hermana, 
she'll be there.

I saw it with my own eyes when the bystanders 
were busy retching and reaching for a whole human body
and also because I am Harry Potter across the lake.