As Lovers Dolisten to this poem
We traded aortas
under the Ballerina Magnolia that had already bloomed
and dropped its petals to our feet. You called
for 5-0 surgical silk
the artery in its place: Don’t forget the gauze.
Don’t leave the gauze in my chest.
No, my dear, that’s sponges—
sponges sopped in coagulated blood, but I’ve seen
your cavity. I’ve wretched
the cloth from behind your velvet veins,
folded your torso together
and set to sewing.
I practiced all week—
on pillows, on curtains, hemming
dress pants into shorts I’ll never wear.
Your chest, your ribs,
the cerise line kissed from your thorax
to your belly button stayed supple
and I abandoned the pocketknife
to the tree while we trailed
pink petals from our feet.
My blood in your superior vena cava,
your aorta crocheted to my left ventricle.
Keep an Eye Outlisten to this poem
His were stapled.
Otherwise, they would have stared
from the casket with corneas missing.
He donated them. Poppy
was proud. Always giving, right to the end.
If the lids are windowsills, bust the glass
and draw the eyelashes. I can’t bear
to look at a stranger and recognize fog
driving through retina in a green Camaro.
It’d be brothers, brothers everywhere. Brothers
on the bus, brothers in the mall,
brothers in the park glancing
up from Easter Lily. I scramble
through groves of oak, stumble
over roots that wind into each other.
This was what he wanted? That I should droop
my head to the earth? That I should open
my sockets to rubber cement and
gasp at the burning?
Plaster my eyes shut with white paste
that bleaches the cobalt to scarlet. Peel
adhesive flakes from my lids and pray
they transplant his into mine, so that I might wake
every morning, drag my body
to the bathroom, and see,
in the mirror, our two souls.
Diaphanous Tin Manlisten to this poem
Love, when I screwed
your hand into your steel
arm, I thought you might forgive me.
The way I always stole
your knee caps. Mine were too
soft, too malleable.
I didn’t mean to strip
the thread; to gnaw
the metal down.
Let me give your hand back, palm up.
Can’t you see I’ve brought
We have lug nuts, washers,
pins and rods. Let me weld
them to your shins.
Let me haul your body
from the tub
and clank you to the floor.
Don’t rust, love,
in the crystalline water.
Don’t rust on me.