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Pablo Gomez


Make a left at the artery then after two heart beats make a right on the corner of the valve and you’ll find the kill switch.

Sometimes I get lost in the names of every part of me.
I always thought I was me.
What my parents called me.
What I called myself.
But why do the books call me an encyclopedia?
Why would I need a dictionary to define myself when I have blood?
My thoughts are not in my cerebrum.
They are in me.
A manifestation of who I am.

There are pictures of me everywhere.
Arrows poking into my head.
Every gland.
Every neuron.
Every ion.

If my legs are chopped off they are still mine.
They are my memories.

I have a needle and thread.
Teach me to sew.



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