Dr. Frankenstein’s Laboratory

He wrapped me in a gown of green

a great grey cotton white

and wheeled me into Shelley’s Lab

Dr. Frankenstein and I.

The shelves were lined with plastic tubes

and clips and saws and kites,

and in a vein blue sleeping juice

so I could sleep all night.

In my heart he lifted valves

with spoons and forks and knives;

a slithered silver dark red hose

frayed from the inside.

He found some spark nodes out of place;

copper veins too tight,

and in the end he made repairs

still

part of me won’t light.

from Autumn Poetry: A Collection for the Season

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