I’m thinkingof demanding spousal rightsto your gallbladderwhen the surgeon takes it out,bringing it home in my purse,one stone for an earring,one stashedin the locket you gave me,the last one under my pillowfor dreamkeeping,your name bile-tattooedacross my heart,flesh of the precious organburied deep in the dirtof the old angel-wing begoniathat’s flowered our marriage,spindly reaching for the sun.