Dissolving Glue
Tiki’s wooden body sighs and echoes
After the procedure, he groans as
White blood cells race to the incision sites
To triage the order of ingress vs. egress
Of oxygen and nutrients
Providing the battle plan at the cellular level.
His red and white blood army is armed and well-trained.
The surgeon, now serving as adjunct to the miracle, is
On standby.
Tiki complains of tenderness
The kilogram weight of the spear as it
Presses against his sore chest
The paradoxical meaning
Behind tissue growth and rebuilding
And the impermanence of the liquid stitches
Inside this scarred immortal
Holding it all together.
I purr and wail
Until I appraise the surgeon’s handiwork.
The incision is deep. It is heart-shaped.
I notice her mark on the lower right
They spell out my name
Katya M. Cartouche.
1-11-26
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