The Anatomists' Heart
over & again
i sketch the anatomists' heart
on clean white paper
i wonder if he minds me borrowing it,
if he minds anything at all,
peaceful & passed out on the damp floor.
three hearts-
four
& the pen drips red
blink, shake off the manifestations
blue, it's only blue
it's only ever been blue.
i choose another paper virgin,
a perfect three-hole-punched sacrifice
the fatal flaw made visual
what more perfect
than this imperfection
Copyright © Julie Forbush | Year Posted 2005
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