Fortunate
She who lives here can call herself
fortunate for knowing where her body
and sense of knowing begin and end
That is a stick and this is my arm
and that is my hand on the railing
and this is my shoveled-in-there love
This is the city turned away from me
but close A sleeping lover
Most things in this life overwhelmingly
are not my body The body is a crumb
of a crumb
and there are even things
smaller and more complex
For every new bar of soap
a chance to admire
how cleanly it leaves itself
for you
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