- The tissues taken, do you resent them,
- and which, the takers or the things,
- the wisdom teeth, the placenta, the hanks of hair—
- a small part does, some scab of soul
- wishes to be whole as a wolf in the woods.
- Those drabs were mine.
- I understand
- the hoarder, the bag lady, the Lear
- limping along in a big-box store,
- even as I look away—
- there’s shame in wanting.
- It’s such a fucking mess. How do we
- unlearn the drive for more?
- We’ve never not loved excess.
ELIZABETH SCANLON is the Editor of The American Poetry Review. She is the author of Lonesome Gnosis, The Brain Is Not the United States/The Brain Is the Ocean, and Odd Regard. She is a Pushcart Prize winner and her poems have appeared in many magazines including Boston Review, Ploughshares, Colorado Review, and Crazyhorse. She lives in Philadelphia.