At the Site of My Autopsy They Catalogue My Parts

 After C.T. Salazar

Ankle    atrocity    appendix    arch    absence of an Adam’s apple 
Blood    belly    brain    breasts     bitemarks    breastbone   burns   
cuticles       clitoris             the coroner stops to smoke a cigarette
Dead     dead      dead    dead    dead   dead    dead     dead    dead    
ear and earlobe    eyeball    eyelash      eyelid  quivers in the cold
Finger    fallopian tube           her freckled face like paint splatter
Groin    gullet    groan    glow    grinning    grasp 
Her heel         her hands         her hips         her hair         her heat    
I can no longer speak   can no longer feel    I am no longer I  his
Jaw                                                       jammed    against my jugular    
Kidney and kneecap kiss             before he again begins to count 
Labia    lung    lip    liver    loins    lobes   lust             or is it love?
Muscle memory   mammary glands  mouth with missing molar    
neck nipple navel    in a nervous system like a city gone dark he
Opens the dead girl to reveal   ovaries  organs  an occipital lobe      
Public display of    pubic bone   the plague  her pupil    no pulse 

                                                 Quiet    

Ribcage    red blood cells      retina and the leftover light within
Says    she starved    sinew     spine     spit      sex      sweat     salt    
Teeth tongue thighs throat tear ducts     a comforting tightness 
Umbilical cord    uvula          unearthly whispers under the skin 
Vagina   vocal cords    violence after violence    her vulgar vulva    
Wisdom teeth    wrists    womb        louder and louder whispers 
X-rayed               flayed                 all that’s left is the exoskeleton
You have capsized her youth                        turned it to whispers 
My gentle zombie do you believe now a zookeeper is the hardest thing to be?