I gave up a love so incredible: he had me in a shiver of flesh and touch... I think of the face I love and he is gone. I know I have to live with that.
Live With That
Flesh and Smile
The living human is cursed hustled along middle-aged, middle income stomping along but alive. Manufactured flesh and smile.
I See Myself
My ruined face - I see myself withered and spotty, eyes wide in sagging flesh. When did I stop being me?
Resurrection
The pure, transcendent love, this menagerie of heaven and flesh is my beautiful resurrection.
