Marianne Boruch

My grandmother, her oddly accurate euphemism, turning up to the doctor. She meant caught in stirrups on the examining table, a doctor warming and wincing his speculum to eye the most interior goods.

It’s just that in lab, they’re tying open the legs now, the cadavers supine. They’re pulling them to the end of each table, knees roped sideways. I am so...

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A detail about him though: one wing gone,after and also.

So he’s stuck there in paradise, minus...