Saturday, April 21, 2012

Naked Disappearances

How old are we inside our bodies?
how old were you the first time you hid yourself
from women the world over?
is it a happy place you go to
from where we are together
or a dark dungeon full of shame and bother.
I’ll never ask you this and I won’t ever know
but wondering is natural when someone naked 
disappears before your very eyes
when the closer you get the farther he goes.
And me, what about me, I wonder
I must be at least five or six or seven,
only a girl, with fast lightness and a heavy head,
already a book at every hand.
Or I could be nineteen, or twenty
or fifty, inside we can never be sure.

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