Beloved dry inch on the outside of my right index finger beloved toenails growing so quickly I carry a clipper in my backpack beloved nose, always leaking beloved skin, ruddy in some places, hoary in others, leathered soles of my feet, tender wrists, beloved belly, beloved adrenal glands, sitting like hats atop the plump pigs of my kidneys, telling me to roar & bite or thunder & run, theologians want me to believe I was poured into my body or that I wear it, that one fine day it’ll crack open & something call soul will flood out like egg white & others would say I have my body but it is not a hat or a car, I can’t have the Earth either, but I live in both beloved hair & beard I’m growing out for strong reasons words cannot explain, beloved lips ushering in all the good tastes, beloved eyes, one smaller than the other, just a little amount but enough that I named the larger one Tiny & the smaller one Big Man, remember the wonder the first time you saw yourself in a mirror, realizing you were using your eyes to look at your eyes which makes me wonder if I look anything like what I see under the sterile light in the bathroom because I have heard my own beloved voice in recordings & I sound nothing at all like that imposter.
April 15, 2015
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