Then a Kneecap
When I first found two of your fingers on the sidewalk, I didn't think
much of it. Days later, though, they were still there and then I found
what looked like a rib or maybe just a piece of one in some grass
nearby. Next there was what I think might have been a tendon or a nerve
ending in the storm drain. Then a kneecap. Then your left
ear. At night I began to dream about what I could make from the pieces.
I spent several afternoons drawing sketches. I went to the
hardware store and stocked up on supplies. I thought about maybe
waiting for more parts of you to turn up, but putting you back together
entirely didn't seem like a viable option. Before I could
come up with a good idea, though, anonymous letters started coming in
the mail: "You don't know what you're getting yourself into,"
they all began, but I didn't listen.
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