slave

'each boundary we set defines the limits of our freedom'

who said that? they were telling truth...

self, important, defending its turf, pissing after every sniff like a dog in a park

I want to buy myself off the block

strip out of musty, crusty selections and rejections

slather my skin with 'and this too', 'and this too'...

ride an endless orgasm of breath--in and out in and out--conflagration between two bodies, underground railroad between two worlds.

everything i tried to get rid of, now perches like pigeons on my stone shoulders.

everything i rub against myself, take into my mouth for pleasure, I let slide along as it will.

this is life as prayer, body as poetry, heart as universe:

wade in the water, children, wade.