A Girl’s Guide to Vivisection
Pull hair from your head:
He loves me.
Pull nails from your fingers, from your feet,
like pulling teeth.
He always could
make you scream. Your navel, neck:
once whiskey-licked, now
Cast them off.
He loves me not.
Drag your legs around & beg:
Remember me. But this dissembling
is your own
You always wanted to be character:
orphan girl, femme fatale. Heroine, riding bare
back & white-hatted. Re-
Attach again my arms & legs,
You can’t remember
what he said,
& it’s the only question on the test. You blank-
You’re just an earlobe now, listening,
just tongue & two lips, whispering—
loves me not—
words to fill the space of want
some body left behind.