Sunday, November 8, 2009

Torso (Based on Unit One)

Take my eyes out of their sockets. Pull my fingers off my hands.
Pick off every sprig of hair that stands
on my head and on my skin.
Hack off my feet. Sever my hands and make me stand.
Disgraced. Useless.

Rip off my legs. Pull off my arms.
Take my head off my shoulders and lay me on the ground.
Ask me to move. Ask me to speak. Ask me to love! No?
So rip out my heart; pull it through my chest. Leave it on the ground along with all the mess – the eyes, the fingers, the hair, the feet, the hands. Disgraced! The legs, the arms, the head – the blood, the tears. Disgraced.

Relish my body as it is. Broken; dismantled. Alone. A torso.

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