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9 c R e A t e i n M e A c l e A n h e A R t My friend watches chicken embryos form their hearts: a fleshy sheet folds over into a tube that partitions into chambers and valves. he touches them with fine instruments to find the lines of tension. After all, we tear where we’re supposed to, and surgeons who know this can find the right seams for their blades. if i tear, i ignore it. if heartsore, pretend my torso is tin-man hollow. When i want a new heart, i will the organ to pink up, begin diastole, systole, ventricular contraction. The muscle’s myocytes need no electricity to start the cycle, after all. but each time i attempt a new variable (him; no, him) it’s just pouring new wine into an old wineskin, patching a piece of new fabric onto old and tearing both. victor puts another carton of eggs into the incubator. Another sheet folds over. i walk into a bar and sit down at your table. ...

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