The Poet Donates Her Body to Science Come in, this skin is for you. Nothing will ever again be wrapped in these creases. Break a rib, make a man of it, place him in Paradise. See how he does, minus imagine. Make up my mind like a bed. Dissect the tumor of dream. Can you get at a heart? Resuscitate, carve, or cover it? The beaten urge. Do not be afraid of the dark. Come in, with your hard and inner answer. Come in, I am all of the above. End this fruitless scrutiny. Remove your gloves. Touch. I am the puzzle you are always doing the borders of. Feel the facts of me. Lips, hands, eyes that never specialized in a single love. Now the wide mouth of me merges with no body, the blood that believed in me. Here is the gift of skin. Here is the back door to oblivion. Let the dark in- divisible out. --Christina Davis