offal
when an animal
is butchered
it is cut into fragments
each part seperate
no longer alive
no longer whole
just meat and offal.
you couldn’t be a butcher
even though your father
wanted you to
instead your hands
reverse the order.
i came to you smiling
but dead and in pieces
you reached
inside and found
the tender place in me
i never knew existed.
i felt your fingers
set me started
and saw your face
closed in the shadows
as you pulled every part of me
together and flicked me into life.