I see my hands
And my arms
They are in front of me
Opening cans of coke
Making dinner
Holding open a book
Holding myself whilst I pee
I see my feet right there
Under me
What’s going on with my back?
Maybe welts
And dry scaley skin
A snakes and ladders board
Drawn on by an alien hand
Cancerous bulging arteries
A hidden hairy rain forest
My back is hidden
You
Yes you
Take a look at my back
Break it to me
Gently.