Oh, The Appendix

Drink, drugs, sex; perhaps we must commit every sin
because we recall the appendix, an organ

which at one time held a place of privilege, body
unable to play the black keys of its organ

without its stone and grit, to digest the gristle
of a mammoth, or some extinct fiber, or kin

but whom softer living has rendered meaningless,
vestigial appendage that will never lose or gain

anything, like a twin heart’s addiction to beats
it never heard correctly, not once, or again.

-a Ghazal



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