Syracuse, NY 13210
Volume 8, 2008
Today, we learned
that the Chinese believe that a tiny fetus lies, cramped and
curled, inside the ear
that the popping sound when the chiropractor shoves your bones
around is just little gas pockets, newly released,
celebrating their freedom
that skinny little acupuncture needles don’t hurt—that much.
I’m not sure I believe it.
But I do believe that the gall bladder is green
— amid all that mushy, fleshy beige and oozy pink and red—
because I saw it today
hiding there under the liver,
nestled above the stomach,
snuggling up to the pancreas,
dull but unmistakably green.
Excuse me, why is the gall bladder green?
Bile is green.
Today I saw the gall bladder of a man
with soft arms
and yellowed toenails
and fine, dark hair on his shins.
And I believe him, this headless, anonymous, deceased stranger
—him and his anatomical gift—
in a way that I could never believe my anatomy coloring book.
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