When wind has unwebbed, the barnside travesties may begin.
Dress the part & remain firm in your belief that a vital spring will go slack &
you won’t be able to latch her inside of you, though someone somewhere will
be trying to sell a loosened sole on the idea.
Sit the visiting bereaved on stumps, within the theater, but at a distance
amenable to the disturbances of doctors, interns. Consider that galloned
views are easier to market in fashionable quarters. Blow them out to stark.
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Open along her glossy-leaved (left) side. The
verdant tearing without stakes.
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Philodendron the spectators’ songs along the leaning window’s frame. The mullions
branching into solemn cathedral points will clear your head.
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Record your findings geographically. City plants
remnant in oxygen deep in the bones. Diffenbachia, likely
1999. Fossilized herbitage, city-green (yellow with
fumes) the meat, the betrayer. What she radiated,
walked pointedly & ordered. A thin layer at the outside,
speckled wildflower.
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Having once wanted to be a lawyer & accuse people of crimes of omission, respect the
impulse to absent, to subtle, to leave hidden hardy alone.
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Observe the change in exposed cross-sections. What of
letters, paper-soft & blurred blue? The residue of postage
stamp & envelope lick? The wrist bent so often, the hair
tucked in mannered agitation? Will we find such crinkled
evidence amidst other marrow?
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Fell the empty preserving fluid bottles in clumsy rolling clinks. Dance under scrubs.
The sky will threaten to postpone further examination until tomorrow & scurry the
interns, with instruments, from altar to cabinet.
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Set the bone-stutters in velvet-lined boxes above index
card explanations of origin, destination.
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Return to the operation grounds, the learning stand, early the next morning, before the
sun moves up from behind the trees, newly ordered by the chief pathologist.
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With string, secure the visitors’ suspicions that the
operators are simulacra of the very bodies they
examine. Money will follow, for everyone loves a
tribute to her deceased. & one so fitting!
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Shudder as the animals, slowed to tail, push out their sounds.