i am i and the eye can see the broad span of the edge as it comes up to meet the party. And who will clean up the dishes? The rags? The sad clown make-up that lies in cluttered stacks on the outside table.
And we pour our opposites out and empty our vessels
what is left but a body, a body, a bodice, a cutting, a lace blouse, and bangles, bangles, bangles.