Monday, February 27, 2006

Mellow Out Or You Will Pay.

1. The mass under my skin,
which on some days passes
for muscle; miles of spaghetti
and meat sauce; strung around bone.

2. Once, during dinner, before we knew
about the tumor, I watched the line of my wife’s jaw
moving, and suddenly became afraid.

3. Whatever throbbing meat it is that makes up my heart.

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