by Keith Gaboury
My skin is a field of radioactivity.
Along the expanse of a blistering ultraviolet burn,
Dr. Buck steadies his eyes upon this malignant
malfunctioning body. This is how my largest organ
will betray me. We have to cut you open
to save your life is what I hear. Dr. Buck directs
a scalpel towards the uneven borders of a mole,
notches of damaged DNA ballooning into an explosion.
They patch me up, sending my skin back
into the oven of Kansas City humidity.
The local meteorologist recommends
a slather of SPF infinity sunscreen.