Friday, August 20, 2021


Do you remember 
the day when you 
first learned

that the color
and the sound bursts 
which were littered 
all around you

were intended 
as gifts—each of which 
you deserved? 

More importantly, 
what priceless boon
did you gain 
in forgetting

the simple glories 
of that morning?

More than enough, 
one shall assume,

to pay the ransom 
demanded by the 
madness of identity—

to forsake
your handy arms 
and those
efficacious legs, 

and, despite its utility,
to willingly come,
for a time, to be 

in your body.