Anatomy Blues


I studied your heart in a book

with glossed pages and big spider-words

that sting the tongue.

This book cost me one hundred dollars,

and I no longer believe it was worth it.

Your heart, a heart, it turns out, is quite boring...


Just a few muscles and tubes,

badda bing, badda boom!

And some poor wretch tears

through the hole from the other world

into this one, as the mother exalts

in its shrieking misery of being.