To show my hands
which are cracked
and bitter
and broken.
To show my face
which stretches down
anchoring my eyes
toward the floor.
To show my body
which has a beauty
beaten into it
from numerous repetitions
and clatterings
on gym machines.
To show my mind
which pops and sings
and sputters and coughs
and dies.
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
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To show my face
which stretches down
anchoring my eyes
toward the floor.
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