Maxine doesn’t only love men’s bodies. She wants to grasp the logic
of their internal organs. She craves blueprints, circuit diagrams,
sewing patterns. First time she saw Frankenstein she wasn’t afraid.
She wanted to know how the mad doctor did it,
where to get dead people parts, which graves were best
for culling, whether a whole family of ladybugs
could live inside those zombie bellies.
When the high school guidance counselor
asked the inevitable career question, she told her
all she really cared about was weaving back and forth
between the inner and outer life of people, what you could see,
what you couldn’t, writing down what she found there,
taking ideas apart and putting them back together
to make them more ecstatic.