Open Up
The reluctant eagerness to dissect—
what are you afraid of
Lay me down
Open up
Slice the first layer of skin, crack my ribcage
gently, maybe, feverish,
and dig dig dig dig there has to be something
there has got to be some worth buried
somewhere
deep there
underneath the blood clots and bile,
something I can call mine
to show off, with pride
Don’t be afraid
To squash my liver, tangle the intestine
drum, finger, kiss please, steal
do what you must with my insides
Paint my colors
let them talk
make them lie
rip off the best of me
whatever it is
give me a story
one you think I’d like
squeeze the blood out of the heart and listen if
it is truly hollow or
is eternally paused between
the doubt
and the silence.
Ana García is a Mexican English major, currently interested in translation studies and creative writing. Most of her previous work consists of short stories and plays. She has recently become fascinated with poetry, and hopes to explore newer parts of her voice with it. She currently lives in Mexico City, and expects to (finally) get her undergraduate diploma with her dissertation on Wuthering Heights sometime this year. You can find her on Medium @anagldc.