My existence is affirmed when you call and I respond
I float above my own body until you beckon me back down
with a joke or a jab
my skin must have callused over
sometime in the mess
when people tap me with their fingers I couldn’t be any more oblivious of their efforts in connection
not until you slice open my seemingly impervious epidermis with your knife
am i reminded of my being
my being here that is
I am not alive if I am not being sliced open
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