Tangled Wires
by Gabe Redel
This ball of tangled wires in my chest
throws electricity
from my hands and off my fingers.
The shock snaps
against the things I hold.
I have been naturally programmed
to be able to untangle the wires.
Then they would work
as they were meant to work.
I would work
as I was meant to work.
I wouldn’t operate
as a machine any longer.
My eyes would not be hard
and lifeless
and far off where nobody
can read them.
But what would I be
if I were not a mess?
I wouldn’t be
what I want to be
and I sure as hell
wouldn’t get along
with anybody else in this world.
