New Taxidermy

If only you could corner bad luck,
capture its cosmic willingness
to rule the unruly, palm its prickly
hide for pleasure before using it
like a cueball. Something to smash.

If only you could invent a new taxidermy
for faith, decorate blank walls with worms
fished from the rotten jawbones
of its iconography. Talk about
a conversation piece.


I helped you
up and gnawed
what was left to the core.

[So,] by Logan Wei

you say that some things are most lit,
most magnificent and vivid,
like, right before they have to die.


they look like tiny, ripped-out human hearts.