You won’t win

That’s the wrong apple.

Give it up, Joe.

No. I told you which apple
is mine and you ignored
me. Give it back.

Joe. I can’t deal.

Well, you’d need a deck
of cards for that.

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Living Body Donation

I dream of surgery that slices
the muffins and burritos
off my stomach, and I donate
the fat to a starving child
in Somalia.

Then I have a nightmare
in which the government
creates an agency to decide
who has this surgery,
who doesn’t, who receives
the benefit, who starves
anyway.

And I wake up cold.
Sweating.