blood flight

i carefully rearranged my senses

so they could have a conversation

taught them to switch places;

from each pore in my skin grew shimmering eyes!

and fingerprints filled the eye sockets

from the ears grew two tongues

and i sang for people passing a strange song

told them stories without moving my lips!

they assumed the words came from themselves;

these unfamiliar thoughts

and i sang to them: aaaaaa aaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaa

such is the speech of the body: the ribs painted their fingernails

and on the edges of the cunt

grew little teeth!

the clitoris

that great sphinx

opened its eye: so many blind years

acting oedipus

meanwhile the vocal chords were listening

for the wind howling

whispering a familiar language of breath -

secret tales for them to learn

then from my veins came a strange itching

and i felt a pull through the shoulder blades

i should have seen it coming!

the blood was itching!

and etched a hole at the nape of the neck

it flew out into the night

like a long

red ribbon to the sky

and up we went

blood and i

spread over the city

the dark sky lay against my skin

so close -

like an eyelid