Break My Coding Until It Isn’t My Own

Play with my numbers until I turn into what you want

My Photo, Artists Artwork

Could you play with my coding?

Get your hands sticky

in my binary numbers

the creation of my being

this reason to breathe and believe

eschew them in the way

you need me to be,

mouth contorted,

crooked smile screwed on

heart depleted, deprived of warmth

I’m a cold pipe meant to pump

your words in and expel them out

in the way that’s needed

let me be your heat

while the frigid testament

sets in and my DNA

becomes yours again.