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Call Me Dr. Frankenstein
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Published: Sun Apr 15 2001
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Call Me Dr. Frankenstein

I hunted love with a hacksaw,
a threaded needle between
my teeth. Scavenger of blood
and resemblance, I slaughtered
my siblings for body parts,
vowing, We’ll never be orphans
again.
Then I retreated
to a mother’s dirty work:
sawing, stitching, waiting
for lightning. My creation
was born to disappoint: she is so
unlovable. Now she’s on the lam
inside me—shrieking, slobbering,
smashing everything.

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