How he found her

He tells the legend
again, how they met
over the varsity
dissection table.
Did their hands touch?
Did he admire her
frown of concentration?
Did she call him
a buffoon, even then?
When did he know?

As he watched intently
her small fingers
peeled back the skin
and pinned it down,
exposing the muscle layer
then deeper to the organs,
pulling them out—
laying them on the table.