I am looking forward to the day
when ailing and worn body parts
can be swapped out as easily as
shoes and socks and, in
the most complicated cases,
a contact lens or press fit earring.
Which sounds fantastic still
to my soreness, but
can you imagine
opening your sock drawer
with all of the socks and
underwear with holes and
waist bands that could not
hold up a bank
with a soap carved, shoe polished, gun
if the tellers were cardboard cut outs and
the safe was as secure
as an open box of donuts in a break room?
You could rummage
all day through that mess of
caked blood and tubing
searching for the right heart
to plug into your chest and
come up empty;
instead deigning
to wear Sunday's
for another week
when it's already half past Thursday,
but I am still looking forward
to the day when
I can have those body parts
that change out like years old clothing
I cannot throw away
because there is something to be had
in the choosing to run with it.
