February 17, 2005

Creation of a Poem

To mix the ink,
I'll take a little spittle,
a little blood, drained from a paper cut,
I'll add a tear or two (probably more),
and from my linens, a few drops of sweat.

To make the quill,
I'll find an extra bone
(the way God did, that time he wrote HIS poem),
I'll hone it gently to a sharpened point,
whittling it with teeth and fingernails.

To make a parchment,
I will only need to strip
down to my naked self. And then,
once I'll have written all of this upon my skin,
there'll be no nakedness, no shame - only a poem.



Summer 2003.

No comments: