on my arm, a mole
be subsumed whole,
as if my body knew what it were doing.
no need for training
or scientific stamp of approval.
no post-grad program in mole-removal.
with this consumption, i thought,
went some assumptions i'd been taught:
that our mortal and mental coils
were more like foibles---
happy/sad accidents not our own,
though they were etched in necklace millstones;
that living is a superfluous luxury
though we more resemble static statuary.