At my birth
my father built my bones in letters of gold
and my mother filled the marrow
with immaculate word. In my birthbed
...
Bizarre
You walk on your feet
I walk on my head
and lots of times
I walk on my lip
(you know that is where
I knit my words for you)
but frankly
as much as I want to be discreet
Man
it's none of your business
that I wear my sandals on my lips. You have corners
I merely have a circumference
and to be fair to every one
damn it
Man I have never wanted to be square.