This Is the Life: To the Pretty GirlCate Peebles
With her stomach sewn onto her sternum inside- out, we wanted to tell her about sea creatures with no skin that are all innards strung together and fluoresce under certain lights and about how there was a baby born outside of Jakarta who had eaten his twin in the womb and has two hearts inside him but one stopped beating and how we wished we could tell her she is not an exhibit with placard facts attached to her fingers to be noted and forgotten by us at the Olive Garden after viewing, or a magazine profile on medical wonders to recycle into packing shreds to keep our vases intact from one address to the next. But she would have blushed blood. None of us knows where to put all our parts. If only we could be so brave, our insides ever held in full view. Here, see how the world passes through me, she says as she reaches through the hole in her chest, squeezes her left lung and lets out a sigh.
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