body

the body is my mistress
hanging out on park benches
begging for spare change o how
we go as slaves unto ourselves
we are water and more than ourselves
more than our finger-
nails and toes and assholes and
hair. disassemble the anatomy
and you may find more than 
2 doves struggling in your veins
you may find the hole in your head
i have covered up with hats, needles,
wet cement for years. 

© 2003 a.k.