the textbook describes
serous membranes
as similar to
beanbag chairs
and shows the heart
sitting comfortably
truly, like
we're just full
of packing materials
I remember how
the ancient Egyptians
preparing a mummy
would put all the organs
in separate jars
except the heart
which Anubis weighed
against a feather
to calculate
the price of postage
for the long
journey
to the underworld
I bottle mine
send it
downstream
a correspondence
a tiny boat pulled
towards Nut's mouth
as she swallows the sun
to be reborn
tomorrow
