Any Incision
My idol-idol our love is sumthing
that ought be incised, scraped, filleted
or gently rolled off its skin, and propped
maybe on sword piks, held open like stomach
matter before the medical examiner,
and then this stuffing of ours could be
discarded, dragged eventually from the dumpster
by rodents, tracked after by dogs, and walked by
dog-walkers onto fine carpets to be likewise
dredged over all of the floors of both of
our houses, trace by bitty trace making it
back out to the lawns outdoors, and in
again; eventually dried grey and disinfected,
but our love wont allow any incision, will it?
that ought be incised, scraped, filleted
or gently rolled off its skin, and propped
maybe on sword piks, held open like stomach
matter before the medical examiner,
and then this stuffing of ours could be
discarded, dragged eventually from the dumpster
by rodents, tracked after by dogs, and walked by
dog-walkers onto fine carpets to be likewise
dredged over all of the floors of both of
our houses, trace by bitty trace making it
back out to the lawns outdoors, and in
again; eventually dried grey and disinfected,
but our love wont allow any incision, will it?
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