after the fall
a piece of death
was put inside

my bicep funeral
flex tell me
what belongs

to us entirely
threaded as we are
veins, blood and interstates

keeping contained
we grow slick
as the pulse of parts

covered in skin
I’m grateful as I look
at the plots,

wonder who is left
whole, who
spared a bone,

a heart, a lung, a marvel,
bodies magnificent
in their expansion

Tiffany Belieu is a poetry late bloomer. Her work has been published or is forthcoming in Meow Meow Pow Pow, Collective Unrest, The Cabinet of Heed, and Moonchild Magazine, among others. She loves tea and cats, and can be found on Twitter @tiffbot.