Cut and Dry

Cut and Dry

A Poem by Matt Mutiva

Cut and Dry

Opening up

requires

surgical

tools, cuts,

and lacerations. It’s

 

not always in

one piece, sometimes

it’s twofold.

 

Laying on the cutting board

of the operating table,

table they hack inside, picking

apart his thoughts

 

They said,

it’s minimally invasive

 

As time lapsed,

it wasn’t so

 

They start by making incisions

They insist on making incisions:

poking and prodding, carving

their way

into his emotions lodged deep inside

Not to remove them, but

to hold his flesh open

to see this pain.

 

these so-called doctors finish,

slowly sewing him back up

Leaving him with scars.

They wake up the patient

and the anesthesia is gone.

© 2016 Matt Mutiva


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