p.kidney cousin

livers and livers,

pulsing, smiling,

tasting bits of crushed stars

unimmune, wiling,

so i’ll look up for you, alone and supine,

lounging among beds of cloud i cannot see.

you’re my liver, i’m your liver, divine livers, broken livers, breathing livers, rotted livers;

i have two kidneys and one cousin,

dancing so they shake,

then lying still to hear their quiet beat;

like one day, your cousins fell away,

and now i’m regurgitating poems of your failures

as often as i jump so my kidneys move.

and i recalled, you wrote to me once and said

sip at ginger tea for the other one, and now i’m doing so!