Whoever cut them from their spines
was a preacher, I’ll bet—or else
wanted to show off each shearing
of maw from body flawlessly:
all these glistening ampersands
of grief, loose string of e’s
found in et cetera, three repeated
vowels pinned up to complicate
flesh—my obsession with it.
found in et cetera, three repeated
vowels pinned up to complicate
flesh—my obsession with it.
