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Sunday, 29 January 2012

Kyle Hemmings-

Post-Op

The best tools are the ones she leaves buried in their bellies: rasps, trocars, intraosseous drill bits. Even love letters in her mother's handwriting. She tells Tuesday's lover that there's nothing wrong with cheap thrills without anesthesia, gives false testimony that her kind of love is only minimally invasive. One of her thin-skinned loves calls from Osaka’s underbelly and tells her It still hurts. She once used a head mirror to diagnose his sickness. Friday's goat-man brings only famine and ruined metatarsals. To soothe him, to make him forget, she hands him a retouched photo of herself dressed as a WWII army nurse. When her lovers don't return, she dreams of spreading the ribs of Tokyo, cross-clamping its aorta to block traffic. Thoughts down a Penrose drain, Shibuya can no longer be seen from above. She loves the sound of car crashes. From tonight's dinner menu, she orders a wound, a shattered-spine, a hopeless case of bradycardia immersed in ice. She will break open a new victim, remember her mother's surgeons who practiced without a license, recall the whoosh of closing curtains. A number. The hollow. She couldn't be numbed. In her room, they appeared in threes, never answered any of her questions. We need, they said, the experience. She will continue to pull sponges from the bottom of her soup.



Kyle Hemmings is the author of several chapbooks of poems: Avenue C (Scars Publications), Cat People (Scars), Fuzzy Logic (Punkin Press), and
Tokyo Girls in Science Fiction (NAP).  He blogs at http://upatberggasse19.blogspot.com/
 

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