yard sale
you can have my body
every hair on my goddamn head
the millions of freckles that cover every inch of me
my arms, my face, my chest, my back, my legs
even the odd one on the inside of my right thumb
hell, take them all.
take every cell that i’m composed of,
take my entire organ system
take every chemical that prompts me to feel.
consider it all yours.
you can have my body.
but you’ll never touch my soul.