I write the body- The combated body Like sexton, ostriker, olds. The body, the only thing Tangible, real, solid- Each generation smaller and smaller, Until there is little to nothing left to hold, To grasp- more obscurity, less tangibility. I write the body- A body tested by ambush makeovers, Pro-ana gen-c, the fight against reality.…

Camels and Ocean Currents Poems In my head Like brain waves Wreaking havoc Causing traffic I think in simile Metaphor the persistent Soundtrack Like talking to Camels about ocean currents, My artistic dribble lost on you.