A sociable poem



I have these outwardnesses
to keep me numb
when a hunger is inward calling.
I have these three and thirty hearts,
irreconcilable.

I have
these small animals in shells
crawling on the knuckle of a foreign finger
insisting that I own every bend.

I have these breasts supported
supported by a gravestone
a gravestone that I will eat
when every public gesture freezes
tightly into solitude eternal.
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