This is a body

This is a body

Made up of money

All stitched together

Stuffed with dead memos

Stepping out surely

Owning the pavement

With white teeth and hard on

Looking for nothing

Working a good word

And giving out signals

And tearing out secrets

And getting the picture

Giving up silence

And small words that matter

And slips of the wet tongue

And hurting of kisses

Taking a place

And making it matter

Crowned with the bruises

And soft tears of lovers

This is a body

Seamless in stitches

All put to order

Closed to each question

A ready made answer