Some assembly was required, I told you.
Be more open about yourself, you said.
I let you take a scalpel to my chest,
to part the flytrap jaws of my ribcage
& retrieve the device that began to hum
26 years ago during an Indiana blizzard.
A dozen whirring gears of bronze & electrum
interlocking teeth & spinning cogs.
Were you surprised what a life looked like?
Were you surprised what my life looked like?
Fifteen pounds of metal: a clicking, grunting
analog computer, a star clock; programmed
to mark the steps in a waltz of galaxies.
Jonathan Louis Duckworth received his MFA from Florida International University. His fiction, poetry, and non-fiction appears in New Ohio Review, Fourteen Hills, Meridian, Tupelo Quarterly, Jabberwock Review, Superstition Review, Flash Fiction Online, and elsewhere.