the night
d. michael mcnamara
The night I asked her
if she was beautiful
or only looked it,
she asked me
if she could crawl inside
and turn out the lights.
I said I don’t think
there’s room, but I’ve got
two kidneys when
I only need one, and
certainly nobody needs
all that intestine, and after
removing some ribs and some
strategic relocation everything
should fit just fine.
That night she said never
you mind and that night
I had an awful feeling
about life without a heart
and so I rang you on the
telephone but you weren’t home
and I’ve still been waiting
all this time to tell you.
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