Tuesday, September 27, 2011


Fresh off the press...


I don't know why I picture it
every time I feel too stuck to be human
or too human to be anything else.
Is it the clean incision
I feel dragging down my body
splitting me perfectly in two?
My cavity is open.
The blood gushes, sticky
and internal organs, soft
It's cold here on the metal table.
Everyone is watching
the distribution of me
piece by piece--allocated
careful funds among beggar nations.

1 comment:

  1. That is a wonderful, powerful, visceral piece, Robin. Awesome! Thanks for sharing.