Plagiarized Flesh Poem by Brevet Wilson

I have plagiarized your flesh a hundred times or more.
With words
with paint,
even with bone and paper mache sculptures.

I plagiarized your eyes once
with a tattoo gun
on to another woman's back.

I have stolen and misused your face so many times
with hypodermic needles scraping away at black ink from white scratchboard.

I have used your breasts and torso
in many drawings scratched with ball point pen
drawn while I was bored on many, many, napkins.

I have 'lifted' you so many times,
I was shocked when someone called my name at the grocery store
and I turned around to see you.
Somehow I figured you were someplace...
just a pile of extra bits,
left overs
just moldering...
someplace.

that must be why seeing you startled me so badly
that it made my heart
race
straight to my throat.