stran
ded.

this island is built on
your games &
rests on
the fading sound of
millions of cameras focusing
if i knew
how to
extract
these eggs from my eyes
i would

hold my face, horizontally
above a frying pan,
let
you
slll l l l i p
from the shell of my skull
undefineable // surrounding
me so i can see
through you
into the yolk of my eyes
yellow round and warm
encased-in-embryo


spoonfeeding
dim pinholes of light
through
paperthin white membrane
red when
held up to the light
encased in forests of
tiny veins

hit pan and
sizzle

this is your brain on
trial.

filed away;
you know this library
& me
you are
organizing my cards'flippantly
alphabetical order

almost
breakfast
cartilledge
duty
enigma.

i am
two pearls
clicking together
glasslike
not shiny white but
dull coal

& still trapped together
inside
soft flesh and
embryo

if i knew
how to crack
this oyster
i would.

02/25/2003

Posted on 02/25/2003
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