I design the shows as stills if you look they tell the whole story
when I find I’ve no place for fear I show myself
the body’s tried to tell you it’s intricate altered
perimeter what I see our bodies’ silver / dream
I will not gesture wreckage but radiant / waking
pull back toward the way we all of us, born
if you take everything, you have got to let everything go
even my / skull will soon be uncovered / still
With a line adapted from Mark Doty’s poem “Bill’s Story”.
Originally published in Rogue Agent.