My body moves aquatic.
My body shaped liked Satan’s tail.
My body crosses Beale Street.
My body outside its flesh walls.
Patrick Henry said it
Give me liberty or give me death.
Strike your palm and thumb
on the Conga’s leather.
My body is a whore’s legs.
My body’s current ionizes air.
My body is not ashamed.
My body can fly.
A bird transposed
his wings on my back.
My body is a weightless note
chasing the sun’s arc.
DQ 02/27/07
