Disection

Around Middle School,

We get the Tools,

to pierce the skin, and see inside,

 and maybe learn some names. 

 Unlucky heart that moves,

 it is first to be seen.

 Perfume of formaldehyde,

and my peers probing eyes.

I tell you frog,

you’ll get through it.

Back in the jar,

 shelved, cozy, fortunately forgot,

again.

Sunday July 1st, 2012

Bellingham WA