170 or Power Outage

It was real
back when
it was real.
Honey, heart attack -
honey heart attack.
Jumper cables to my bones -
obsessed, it sounds right.
What is this, an ode to my youth?
I’m so angry.
Ties to strangers
what a strange thing.
And
I go
not me or you
or we
I go like glass
Bury my niceties
And when it goes
What am I?
A mannequin for some
pins
make up
Some midnight lust
Just a list of demands
We’re all so emotionally damaged
Huh
Huh
Right
Cry to your therapist
I’m some organs and a salt sponge