It’s painful to open up
after the sutures close.
I’m done with all the medical stuff.
Your an appendectomy,
and the sharpness grows.
I’ve taken to the fever of our fights,
but I’m not sure I can sacrifice
a whole organ
to have you home nights.
Date after date,
the inflammation grates.
I think I need a fast recovery.
Someone new to be my general anesthesia,
to make rupture what won’t break.
To be my gradual amnesia,
a hospital stay.
And afterwards,
let the covers be like surgical tape;
I can handle the whole thing;
that’s my preferred method,
in any case.
Cover Art: Leonid Rogozov removes his own appendix—”the cursed appendage”—in Antarctica, 1961.
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