Calmly I
can go on about kidneys, heart
and liver
and pituitary glands, large intestine,
little
intestine, colon, esophagus; smugly,
slyly aware
they have nothing to do with me –
poor
bastards, I think, and try my best
to picture
just where all their internal stuff is
and what it
might be doing and what they
have been
unintentionally doing to it.
If you cut
me I do not bleed. Slightly
off-white
through and through, I make
my way in
this world with no heed for organs,
internal or
otherwise, living my carefree
starchy life
just as I like and sprouting
the random
eye here and there
from time to time.
(originally appeared in Crack the Spine issue 20)
