Seeking Stimulation

I autotomize. A little half-transparent blue capsule, or two.

At the base of my skull, a slowly building sensation of shimmer

swims laps up and down my spinal column.

Strike me while I shine with heat. Slivers of seconds

separate success from scarcity.

Do not throw darts at me, or attempt to

nail me down in broad strokes. I need laparoscopy–

insert your minute mechanical manipulators here.

Slice through sectors, slip

closer to arterial blood.

Cut me through with erotic precision

enchant my eyes with the elegance of the razors edge as it enters

with such sharpness as to sever my senses.

Steam from the autoclave carries the signature scent of sterilized surgical steel.