Here—the bull
’s eye of my heart,
snappy red
flag against bone
white page.
Here, that electrical
cord—my jugular.
Looking forward to the
guillotine precision.
Here, the easy wrists.
Quick, neat, convenient.
For your comic amusement,
that Dodo, my womb,
pinched from disuse.
And here, gentlemen, ladies!
mis palabras.