Surgery

You've cut me 

in such a way,

i didn't know

i was cut. 

an ample slice -

my insides fell out 

while I went walking. 

a jaundiced excrescence 

stuck with pebbles, 

dirt, dried leaves.  

attached?

the utensil lodged 

in my ribcage.

scavenger birds circle. 

stray's come smelling.

and look! 

my soul!

filthy with doubt

it bathes in a

fountain to wash. 

"I'll be fine," my soul 

thoughtfully mumbles.

so you can hear

so you

    can 

    rationalize   

your 

cutting.