Pre-emptive

I will have a rib removed
      And mail it to you
           In a sanitary jar
                Saving you
           The trouble
      Of robbing me
In my sleep.
      Incision
           Is
                Easier
           Sewn
      Than the slow jagged
Tearing
     Of stealing back
           A bone.

To The Bat I Have Thrice Beaten Down From The Attic

Nimble squeal intumesced with ambivalence,
you spiral the parlor violets slicing petals
into veins, buttering mice for bread.

What nullity is "hello"?
Have you something left unsaid?

To The Bat Living In The Air Vent

Dear Bruce,

1 have left you seven headless mice
in the refrigerator next to the lamb
and a silver starling in a cigar box
decorated with shell shaped macaroni
spray painted gold on the pie shelf
next to ajar of fireflies.

I miss you already.

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