Minadora Macheret

BODY OF NOTHING (NOT EVEN BLOOD)
 

Settle in beautiful body, settle in before the night takes you. Find the astronomy of cells—they, too, light a path before the atomic bomb explodes. Organs freeze laughter, strangle you senseless. Silence the ovaries, choke on pearls. The adjusters are here, pull a lever, startle testosterone. Let loose the women that inhabit this body. The cycles have stopped. Somewhere, a clock hand lingers between today and tomorrow.

                                    
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