jazz

he can no longer play the guitar

fingers shredded
carelessly mended

tendons mummified
fibrotic artifacts

he brings his own music—
jazz
lies down on the table—
surrendering

cradling 
the micro system 
of his ear 

intention 
on the tip of each needle

I spin them in
heart
kidney liver
lung

I Felt That Shoot Down My Entire Body
his organs light up
like a child's keyboard