Me at the Edge of My Skin (part 2 of 2)

Me at the Edge of My Skin (Part 2 of 2)

       Surrealism after Andre Breton

Me with the neck of a fitted white glove

a swan straining to see the truth

Me with the shoulders of metal hangers

the spine of a shutter door

the spine of a ladder extending

into a burning building

Me with a spine advertising calcium

nipples of worn erasers

breasts the backside of spoons

stomach the slight wave in a kiddie pool

and hips the blunted end of a baseball bat

the pucker of a smooth stone peeking out of the earth

Me with the sex of wet hay, hair of kinky down

and again the sex of a beast quieted

by the sound of melting snow

Me with the legs of the horizon

the feet of my mother’s heart

and the little toe of a jellybean

Me with the arms of a strong brown bag

With the palms of a wrinkled stamp

and the fingers of a broom

Me with the heart of terra cotta on fire

With the heart of a leaking pen that puddles

in my palm just before a handshake

Me with a heart that strokes night into pulse