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