Fit The First

Her flesh was a good fit.
It clung to her bones
like fresh limpet. Her heart
bobbed in her body.

Doctor clapped a stethoscope
to her lungs. Both
bellows. She wore a smile
on the ridge of her mouth.

At the post-mortem, they
scratched their scalps.
In her lips, a button. Her
self was skintight.

From the book Looks Familiar