Appendix

When he had his
appendix removed
they gave it back to him,
like he had asked,
in a clear plastic box.

The moment he got home
he decanted it
to a large glass jar,
full of yellowing phemaldehyde,
which he then kept
on the dresser by his bed.
Oftentimes he would admire it as if
it were some long dead creature
he had discovered or uncovered,
thick and pink and
spiky with the toothbrush bristles
of many years neglectful swallowing.

But sometimes,
at night,
when he lay shivering and alone,
listening to the wind prowl mournfully
outside his window,
he imagined the discarnate organ
pulsating softly in its liquid prison,
watching,
waiting

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s