Five Easy Pieces
His hands,
outstretched & overgrown
fitting to a six four form
kneading & twisting a pulpy
piece of flesh, red hamburger
meat, a kidney, the left
ventricle of a heart.
He’s preparing for his wedding day—
A small vestibule in the back of the church,
droplets red on his rented tux.
I see him through a confessional
window ask, “who’s heart
are you playing with in your hands?”
He raises his head from his hands
looks at me through the cross-stitched
window, “I’m getting married today.”
