I split my belly open.

I split my belly open –
gutted it

like a fisherman
would a fish,

in the name of
livelihood & subsistence,

a biology student,
in the midst

of curiosity-driven
dissection and a surrender

to the ease of
the academically expected.

Yes, viscera spilled.
And with them, little

bits of plastic,
a sac of eggs, repulsive
and delicate, and the

unsettling feeling
of disconnection.

 

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