The Taxidermist
sensational
'Nature is perfect' she said
Hands stained with formaldehyde
And drug store perfume
A starling is stretched and divvied up
across the operating table
In the kitchen
Watching a parrot
Waiting for dinner
The parrot knows it is a parrot because its plaque says so
It won third place
For its excellent color
Asylum pink
That won’t let you sleep
And fine stitching
Feathered embroidery
The rest line the walls
Like dried peppers at market
Or a mechanic’s livelihood
Seeds and oil stains
And the dull sense
That the dirt has already soured
And spring won’t be missed
Doubled hangovers and heads split in two
It’s unseasonably warm, isn’t it?
Or is it me?
Cold, basement sweats
Running cool like saline and needles
'We try to capture it' she said
Dropping tagged corpses in my lap
Slipping them out of sandwich bags
Letting them fall open
Like discarded angels
All so frail
Held together like preschool projects
Mangled bones better used to pick your teeth
And fine skin
Like silk left too long in the sun
Or tissues through the dryer
Rolling between my thumb and my forefinger
Like a familiar thigh
Or uninvited blemish
Stitched veins
Like leaves
Catching on my nail
Like threadbare linens
The feet are never quite right
Always left clawing for something
Out of reach:
Their organs in the bin
Maybe
Or the scalpel
That peeled them from the windshield
They are sturdier
On their cutting boards
Unforgiving
Warped styrofoam
Like science fair projects
And bad plastic surgery
Beady unseeing eyes
And vibrant feathers
That seem to leap and crash
To follow you
And say
Are you even looking?
'Nature is perfect' she said
Filling my mouth with spoiled
Funeral home flowers
And spare ashes
'We try to capture it'
I swore I heard
Their dissected heart
From the waste
Or a cry
From a swallow
'But we never can'
It must have been the oven
Comments (3)
The voice and descriptions in this piece are hauntingly unique and beautiful. What a special poem. Congratulations!
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