an anemic goes sunbathing

// my fingernails are constantly blue because my office is adamant about its morgue cosplay // the human mouth is naturally warm // last week i accidentally bit the tip of my thumb off // crunched like a baby carrot // i spat it out like a baby carrot // i had to keep my left hand sheathed in my pants pocket // i told people it was because i was cold // yesterday i went to use the washroom // snuck outside, wandered around, eased myself onto the hot pavement // let the concrete caress my face // i’m pretty anyway // incentive to continue // let my palms frolic // the catharsis of thawing is so sensational // involuntary coos // i lit up a candle // no, a cigarette // maybe it was good-luck incense // ashed it on the stub of my thumb // felt nothing // i should toss that habit // i nibbled off all of my fingers // so that i won’t be able to light another // so that i won’t have to pretend to work anymore // apparently my co-worker got worried and ventured out of the morgue to find me, to check on me // oh but the exaltation of my ears melting // her voice could not penetrate my bliss // i felt her shake me, solemnly, for my back, my body, had been welded into the pavement //