try: being nothing but an eye
with the expanse of a body
morsels of the world leak into you
in a dizzy-urge of disorder
you are sick-to-burst
with the ocularcentric
and cannot weigh sequins in the gutter
against foreign bodies felled in protest.
you’ve forgotten how to utter,
or why; after three months
your mouth is located
& parents usher in quale eggs, concerned.
it is always night inside your body,
we twitch the blinds of our faces at each other
on strong days you watch the news
and pass objects between ourselves
if the objects could see us
they would laugh and laugh.