The Instinct of Cells beauty softens each of us
like an egg soaking in vinegar,but I have always been soft,
soft as baby fuzz,
a flabby soul
stuffed into my skin
like sausage meat inside a hog casing.I have no idea what its like
to have to kill,
to jump out of an airplane,
to learn I have cancer.
I spray lavender-vanilla mist on my pillow
to help myself
sleep.the hardest thing in my life
was when my dad died. they tattooed
little dots on his head
to help them aim their rays. his hair
started to fall out. luckily,
he didnt have much to lose.I correspond over the Internet
with a young woman
in England. she takes shape
as if from memory
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