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ELIZABETH KERLIKOWSKE : Heart trouble
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from Rib, a chapbook
rib: a joint of meat cut from this part of the animal
That's how he saw me: if there'd been wax paper he would have swaddled me in it He was full of suggestions involving my cuisine: wanted me hairless as a salmon elegant as a crown roast deveined as shrimp compliant as chicken quarters and mute as a plate of liver The meat was what he could see inside the bone I grew into me
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ELIZABETH KERLIKOWSKE
Heart trouble
The doctor's pen is bright foreign as that pencil that never poked our eyes out. From here through pupil to heart: fissured and knotted, atrophied, stringy, and wise drummer. The iron bands have come apart. Someday the verdict will be terminal. Skeleton descending a staircase. Electric-eyed doors disappear at footfalls, first step into the eternal parking garage, fear of enamel paint and beetles, hungry rows, uteri waiting for mortal cargo. The sunlight's out of kilter, an undecided March, snow then rain, snow. What was broken is broken again. Drive fast, faster. There is the next day and then
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ELIZABETH KERLIKOWSKE : Heart trouble
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