what are these pieces
stacked up folded
catalogued locked
catalogued locked
on top of one another
as i cross the street
as i cross the street
organs
heart and lungs and coccyx
skin and blood and knees
put together with breathing
and a jigsaw
these parts that move together
what elbow
in gleaning
in gleaning
what measure seems slipping
what formidable system
what of these pieces
these shards of light
that walk me
through traffic
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- manufacturing. the tight lipped tight hipped unhung broad. far along the skeleton, whistle the I-line. Eyes intrested. eyes am.
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