Blackbirdan online journal of literature and the artsSpring 2012 v11n1
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The Geography of Anatomy by County

When you crawl on your belly
like a serpent, things get weird.
& by things I mean weather,
the twist & beg of the sea.

& by crawl on your belly
like a serpent, I mean disappear.
Poof, be gone. Under this hat,
there is smoke, inside this hat
no rabbits.

& by weird I mean equidistant
to silence, my heart is pure autonomy,
pure taxonomy, pure space in which
we happen or don’t.    

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