Lineage of mirrors | Nicholas Nichols

self-portrait as an autopsy

part the chest
              the skin cracks
              under the pressure of sharp
              revealing a layer of feathers
              a deep shade of obsidian

now the solar plexus
              a torrent of lavender
              escapes
              filling the room to the hip

on to the belly
              a swarm of bees
              the size of melons
              golden too
              steal away

holding the member
              removed
              and placed into a jar
              left to ponder what love is

watch the kidneys
              a smoke rises from its new mouth
              a fire kindled by whisky
              the burnt offering seems to be grief

noticing the appendix
              i now understand an apology
              how the body outgrows a use
              and moves on anyway

        

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