Macklin, Renée Nicole

On Learning to Dissect Fetal Pigs

1. i want back my rocking chairs,
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3. solipsist sunsets,
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5. & coastal jungle sounds that are tercets from cicadas and pentameter from the hairy legs of
6. cockroaches.
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8. i’ve donated bibles to thrift stores
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10. (mashed them in plastic trash bags with an acidic himalayan salt lamp—
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12. the post-baptism bibles, the ones plucked from street corners from the meaty hands of zealots, the
13. dumbed-down, easy-to-read, parasitic kind):
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15. remember more the slick rubber smell of high gloss biology textbook pictures; they burned the hairs
16. inside my nostrils,
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18. & salt & ink that rubbed off on my palms.
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20. under clippings of the moon at two forty five AM I study&repeat
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22. ribosome
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24. endoplasmic—
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26. lactic acid
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28. stamen
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30. at the IHOP on the corner of powers and stetson hills—
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32. i repeated & scribbled until it picked its way & stagnated somewhere i can’t point to anymore, maybe
33. my gut—
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35. maybe there in-between my pancreas & large intestine is the piddly brook of my soul.
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39. it’s the ruler by which i reduce all things now; hard-edged & splintering from knowledge that
40. used to sit, a cloth against fevered forehead.
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42. can i let them both be? this fickle faith and this college science that heckles from the back of the
43. classroom
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45. now i can’t believe—
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47. that the bible and qur’an and bhagavad gita are sliding long hairs behind my ear like mom
48. used to & exhaling from their mouths “make room for wonder”—
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50. all my understanding dribbles down the chin onto the chest & is summarized as:
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52. life is merely
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54. to ovum and sperm
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56. and where those two meet
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58. and how often and how well
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60. and what dies there.