—After Chiharu Shiota, sculpture

1.
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I like how you encased your organs in a box.
A tangle of arteries and watercraft.
You can examine them whenever you please
without taking off your clothes or cutting yourself open.


2.
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I like how your dresses fled the cabinets.
The puffed skirts, cakes of desire.
And the absence of hands, of heads.
The single beds, raveling.


3.
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I like when I close my eyes
and gold strands materialize like a scrub pad
in my palm where a sudsy bird might rest
for a minute before drowning.