If there is something that
I dream, it is this:
—————-A body
waxed until the flesh flies
like apples smashed by
baseball bats.
—-—-—-A body
dissolved into a bruised
pelvis collecting blood.
—-—-—-A body
skinned until it disappears
into a body in reverse.
—-—-—-A body
dissected and chiseled
into a hollow vase.
—-—-—-A body
which on nights like
these reminds me
of how even water
could burn an empty
stomach
of how the softest things
are the hardest to cut
cleanly.
Heta Patel is an MS1 at the Perelman School of Medicine.
Image by Tracy Du, an MS2 at the Perelman School of Medicine.
