Is it a statement absorbing all questions. Look out
at the darkness beyond the streetlamp. Who undresses
their hands to feel the raw snow while still miles from home?
During an average lifetime enough skin and hair is shed
to create ourselves several times over. where are these
empty spaces? Who have I stepped away from?
It’s too late for breakfast, call it what you will. A treatise
on the life cycle is incomplete if it doesn’t say “simple cellulose
can not be absorbed without attendant organisms, without
of stomachs filtering in sequence.” With the cropped grass
come some stunned butterflies, blind from the sun’s
sudden eclipse. There is always some beauty to be understood
only through digestion. The body itself is a corporation
of vested self-interests, the bacteria in balance with the blood,
the clotted marrow ending in the tiny blue tongues of veins.