photos&poem Jessica Bozek (c) 2006

                                        A PRIMER FOR BOTANICAL AUTOPSY

When the wind has unwebbed, the barnside travesties may begin.


Dress the part & remain firm in your belief that a vital spring will go slack & you
won't be able to latch her inside of you, though someone somewhere will be trying
to sell a loosened sole on the idea.

Sit the visiting bereaved on stumps, within the theater, but at a distance amenable to
the disturbances of doctors, interns. Consider that galloned views are easier to
market in fashionable quarters. Blow them out to stark.
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                                                         Open along her glossy-leaved (left) side. The
                                                         verdant tearing without stakes.
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Philodendron the spectators' songs along the leaning window's frame. The mullions
branching into solemn cathedral points will clear your head.
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                                                        Record your findings geographically.
City
                                                        plants remnant in oxygen deep in the bones.
                                                        Diffenbachia, likely 1999.
Fossilized herbitage,
                                                        city-green (yellow with fumes) the meat, the
                                                        betrayer. What she radiated, walked pointedly
                                                        & ordered.
A thin layer at the outside, speckled
                                                        wildflower.

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Having once wanted to be a lawyer & accuse people of crimes of omission, respect
the impulse to absent, to subtle, to leave hidden hardy alone.
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                                                        Observe the change in exposed cross-
                                                       sections.
What of letters, paper-soft & blurred blue?
                                                       The residue of postage stamp & envelope lick? The
                                                       wrist bent so often, the hair tucked in mannered
                                                       agitation? Will we find such crinkled evidence amidst
                                                       other marrow?

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Feel the empty preserving fluid bottles in clumsy rolling clinks. Dance under scrubs.

The sky will threaten to postpone further examination until tomorrow & scurry the
interns, with instruments, from altar to cabinet.
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                                                        Set the bone-stutters in velvet-lined boxes
                                                        above index card explanations of origin,
                                                        destination.
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Return to the operation grounds, the learning stand, early the next morning, before
the sun moves up from behind the trees, newly ordered by the chief pathologist.
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                                                        With string, secure the visitors' suspicions that
                                                        the operators are simulacra of the very bodies
                                                        they examine. Money will follow, for everyone
                                                        loves a tribute to her deceased. & one so
                                                        fitting!
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Shudder as the animals, slowed to tail, push out their sounds.