a room of large tables, shelves of bottles
the glass brown or clear, the contents liquid
some are tombs for bodies, for body parts
what I learn is the smell of formaldehyde
the look & feel of a glass pipette, a pointed tip
submerged in a beaker of distilled water
“it’s like a straw,” my grandfather says
“draw the liquid up beyond this mark”
an etched number next to an etched line
“then stopper the pipette with the tip of
your index finger, tap to release drop
by drop until the liquid level meets the mark”
this practice, this exactitude, lifelong
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