Slab

She makes strokes
like a cabbie changing cars;
the long unzipping
from clavicle to crotch;
the stilton tint
on toe bulbs
and the summit of his nose.

Stuck point up
on the magstrip
the knife is a sailboat;
against the whetstone,
it's a comet's sparking chin.

A kidney sits in a dish of water
like a tagless Christmas gift
while she snaps stringy rigging;
lifts a tumour
on the flat of the blade,
plum-sized and moist.