Dian Duchin Reed
Soquel, California, USA

Parts

In Bali, I watch the ritual slaughter of a pig and am amazed as its intestines come spilling out. How did they all fit in there? I consider my own insides, crammed into a tight skin-suit that holds together everything collectively using my name. A doctor once showed me how to feel for the liver that lives beneath my lowest ribs. It’s a fact. We all disassemble.

this white rose
pin made of plastic
my mother’s once