My body has returned
piece by piece, demanding redress.
First came the stomach,
with its dour breath and yeasty gripes,
then the heart
spewing gibberish, strangled
in a nest of veins.
The skin and fat arrived together, one
lumpen parka, mute and speckled.
The eyes showed up separately, unconcerned
with each others whereabouts.
The uterus was
as usual confused.
The shy tongue remained
slavishly shackled to the brain,
where it was always most comfortable.
Forearms, fingers, toes
and knees wandered in as well.
I still don't know how they found me.
There aren't near enough chairs.
They just stand here, watching.
Sensing them, my ribs
winged open against my will.
There remains to this day
a long and awkward silence.