
I haven't told you this yet, but since I have you here, let me just tell you: I wanna be your spleen.
I want be one of your weird, mysterious internal organs
one of those things that lies somewhere between here and here,
where exactly, we're not sure
I want to be inside you
and somehow be a vital part in your physical survival
without you knowing exactly why
I want to know that you would die without me
but that you don't know exactly how that would happen without me
only that it would
I wanna be your spleen, not your lungs, no
and not your heart
or any of those other "famous" organs
that any decent fifth-grader knows all the ins and outs of
I don't want you to know the intimate details
of why you wouldn't survive without me --
"Well, you provide oxygen to my body,
and you airate my red blood cells
which then course their way through my body,
spreading the precious oxygen to all needed parts."
No, I don't want to be that, because if I was, then before you know it, you'll have figured out
how the organ is defective
and how to fix it
or God forbid, how to replace it
with a newer, stronger, better
one
I don't want to be replaced by a baboon heart
and left in some giant biotissue trash can
I don't want to be attached to a pacemaker
and have my movements, my actions regulated
by a plastic, battery-operated machine
No, I wanna be your small intestine, baby,
I wanna be your extra kidney,
I wanna be your spleen,
just this simple little non-descript organ of yours
that lets you live your life happily
that lets you explore the world in new ways
without you even knowing, realizing
that I am helping you
until, of course, I become inflamed
~© Jason Pettus-1997~