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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

 



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