Saturday, May 21, 2011

Today

I'm comfortable in my own skin
as if I've come to some place
where painstaking pieces
fin'lly look more than bits of sky, and earth;
and this new illustration
is epoch, is salve,
and stepping into an age portends significance.

These hands, these feet, these eyes
the one hath need of the other
each cudgel'd.
none shall be cut off
all are me
I am not ashamed

Today I am aware of my whole
not hands, or feet, or eyes
no integuments scatter'd
some flipped to show cardboard backing
I'm now entire
plenary pieces
and shame banished

-JRB 5/21/2011