shaped to hold
the pain in me. It's cold
and hot from one day to
the next the color

I spot on this skin. Some days
I'm dripping yellow. I'm Jell-O-
and wiggle and wobble
within. Some days I’m tripping

red hot/poured to
the top/spilling out
burning, churning blobs
on the lip. Some days I skip

to black. You can stick
a knife in my back
and slice me two. I’ll have half
to myself/giving the other to you.