Siamese

At the moment you see them slit open like chickens, 
you are lacing your right shoe.  Twins joined are separated on Channel 7 News.  

One has more of the heart but their livers will split perfectly.

This could do damage.  See those organs respond to the knife.  
It’s never easy staring straight into the contents.  The melody 

follows you everywhere;  repulsive as pupas on public TV.  

You are not like this.  
Man never walked on the moon.  

If this is to show you how marvelous we are it doesn’t do the trick.  You’re caught 
in a cheap magic show, saw serrating belly skin.  

You can’t get past the slimy screws and muscles--what is body? 

The news moves on and who wouldn’t be relieved.  Recently war is all in the air; bloodless logistics that reassure.  Your feet secure, you walk out on the lawn, 

the day grays, fan palms don’t flutter.  A truck full of stillness, the street has no moon.  



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Published in Agni, issue 45