I think my liver knows
but my spleen wants independence, its own flag, a handgun and a new haircut.
you’re so new to this, whisper the ribs,
we’ve been here thousands of years, listening with increasing subtlety.
blood touches me just the same says the spleen,
I can do what I damn well please.
we all share the blood says the heart.
finger slips a tiny bit on the carrot knife
through paper skin and air
you float face up ears underwater
I hear the drum and drum and drum
ecstasy
I made them turn
to people who turned into words
and want to live in the future
ink feathered humans
pubic bones dipped in chocolate, narrowly
missed paradises
silver,
a pixel-stained skull and garbled conscious
gadgets the back of your throat too precious
to see
and you could have seen it coming
Titanic. ice. collapse
a lung,
we’ve been here 4,000 years say the ribs,
listen your bones are alive
they’re better than seagulls if you learn how to
fly