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CREATIVE WRITER & Creative writing teacher
R A C H E L A. L E V I N E
LOBOTOMY
I’m not kidding.
I told my friends:
This birthday I want no cake,
no books spread on my lap like eagles.
I want the operation;
that velvet blade,
that feather that dips and cuts.
I want to love
with sparking gelatin cubes in my head,
quivering
like lovers waiting
for the final dip and rub.
I want the operation.
I want to dip and rub
without seeing eyes
like cats under cars.
Without hearing voices
like the small smack of fish lips,
saying, I want to cry, but it’s been so long.
No joke.
I want the operation.
I want an even tan,
and a wetness like pinesap between my legs, forever.
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