After the initial incision
he drew the knife in lines
while I stood
at the other side
of the table
watching
as afterward he
removed his opal
cuff links
I tried to grin furiously
the way father had taught me
as he gathered the interior
looking at me
seeking my approval
while the television
rattled, unattended
I was unable to move
as he asked me to help
roll up the starched white
sleeves of his suit
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