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 passing a strange song. Told them stories without moving my li!ps (Mouth half-open, still) They assumed the words came from themselves; these unfamiliar thoughts,
and I sang to them: Aaaaaa Aaaaa Aaaaaaaaaaaaa.
Such is the speech of the body: The ribs painted their fingernails. (Black, of course) And on the edges of the cunt grew little teeth! The clitoris, 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.