MY ASSOCIATES

 

You identify
with the body's
routine

until you think
it's your body -

like thinking you are the clock.

Identity is a form
of prayer.

"How do I look?"

meaning what could I pass for

where every eye's
a guard.

May passes
as the whole
air's bedizened
flotilla.

To echo
is to hold
aloft?

Then take any word
and split it,

make it soil itself
to seem fertile.

So nasturtiums
are the dirt's
lips.

Fecund. Cunning. (Cunt)