I carefully rearranged my senses
so they could have a conversation
taught them to switch places
from each pore in my skin grew shimmering eyes
and fingerprints filled the eye sockets
from the ears grew two tongues
and I sang for people pa**ing a strange song
told them stories without moving my lips
(mouth half-open, still)
they a**umed the words came from themselves
these unfamiliar thoughts
and i sang to them
such is the speech of the body
the ribs painted their fingernails
(black, of course)
and on the edges of the c*nt
grew little teeth
the cli*oris, that great sphinx, opened its eye
so many blind years, acting oedipus
meanwhile the vocal chords were listening
for the wind howling
whispering a familiar language of breath
secret tales for them to learn
then from my veins came a strange itching
and I felt a pull through the shoulder blades
I should have seen it coming
the blood was itching
and etched a hole at the nape of the neck
it flew out into the night
like a long, red ribbon to the sky
and up we went, blood and I, spread over the city
the dark sky lay against my skin
so close
like an eyelid