He counts himself by halves
like thirty minutes, 500 millilitres
fifty cents back from a dollar
He sees himself mutilated;
an experiment
his cooing mother taking
an array of scalpels to his face
But two eyes! Two hands! Two shrewd grandmothers
He isn't appeased
Our slippery bodies, open-closed fish gasping mouths
Make quarters and eighths.
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Written September 27th, 2006
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