As I sleep the sleep of the innocent
they gather once again at the bedside
peel back the comforter
examine me, my body, trace
invisible lines across my torso
down my abdomen and along my limbs
and when they’ve seen enough
they open me up
carefully take out all of my internal
organs, arrange them this way and that
with a fine eye for composition.

And the terrible horrible shame of it all
is that while it’s all happening
I just lie there dreaming
my happy or foolish or sexy dreams
unable to rouse and
defend myself from their ministrations.

And an hour before dawn they put
everything back where it was
and fade away into the last of the night’s
clinging shadows

and I slumber on, aware now, writhing
in my bed and knowing
for a hateful fact that everything is back
in its place, every vein and valve
and lump of epithelial tissue
right there, exactly where it belongs
just where it’s always been
and yet somehow
in some indefinite disturbing way
I still can feel the difference.

Bio: Jeffrey Park’s poetry has appeared most recently in Subliminal Interiors, Right Hand Pointing, Eye to the Telescope, The Speculative Edge, and various anthologies. His digital chapbook, Inorganic, is available online from White Knuckle Press, and his poem “Hard To Reach” has been nominated for a 2012 Pushcart Prize. A native of Baltimore, Jeffrey now lives in Munich, Germany, where he works at a private secondary school. Links to all of his published work can be found at

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