So much flesh.
after Mary Szybist
If I were a classical nude, the distance
between my nipples would be
the same as from my nipples
to my belly button, the same distance
from there to the split head
of the pelvis. The body: quiet bone
construct can be charted
in the faults of its architecture.
When the eggs of a Japanese carp are endangered,
the male will suck them into his mouth
and hold them. His mouth, master imitator
of womb, makes teeth from them.
He spits them out like they are dead, finds
a new mate. To begin in the middle
he spits them out like they are dead.
Once, my mother and father slicked
their bodies together, tried to see
how far inside of each other
they could get. Maybe my father put
his fingers inside my mother’s mouth.
They attempted to create one body
from two. My father:…
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