Double Lung Transplants Aren't For the Faint Hearted

I know a girl who wishes the transplant scars were transparent
opening up her chest to the universe like a Marvel comic
with dials and tubes all up and down her veins
like digital hideaways and trail backs doubling over each other
until she'd died all sixty-nine ways to Tuesday
which is almost as bad as the seventy-four ways to Thursday
and when I asked her if she'd met God
she said that she had
and still I did not believe.