321 – Blessing (Odd Bod)

Blessing (Odd Bod)

the body’s odd manners: fits
and starts palsied shake and hammer
all knees and back-bent nelbows
on pointe stiffened liquid lines
scrangling around on hands
and feet an upright ship upended
where’s the anchor anymore? ask
the ghost in the machine making
each eye blink independent circle
lips into kiss the cheekbone forehead
circled lips of the other bow-bent
body ghost making it do what it wants
rampant at the tiller running against the wind
what it ought or ought not to do
how did the ghost get in there
anyway how will the ghost get out?

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