Jack Jigger by James Laughlin

They call me Jack Jigger because
I’m entirely made of little pieces
Taken from other people (some are
Alive, some dead.) If there were
An autopsy the coroner would have
A hard time identifying which bits
I was born with, which were really
Mine. I can hear him saying to his
Assistant: “There’s a lot of foreign
Stuff in here, things I never ran
Across before.”‘ When I walk fast
I hear a kind of rubbing inside,
Like bits of paper rustling. That’s
How it is, pieces of paper moving
Against each other. The doctor has
Tried every kind of coagulant.
But no use. He’s given up on me

–James Laughlin

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