Monday, January 25, 2010

Cutup

This is a cut-up version of "Body Hymn".


Skin cells, expanding.

Breathe.

Hands and digits
weigh segregated.

Clavicles contracting,
meeting as anchors,
unable to bend.

Bones welded
beneath knuckles.

Every individual,
diminutive,
form-fitting,
inhaling,
exhaling
pore
conjoined on iron.

Hips clash together.

Skin,
drift from me.

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