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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Monday, January 25, 2010
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