Contracting
is the basis
for the 14th Amendment of the
10th body, which is
the body’s body.
The House’s Body is an echo
of structure. Then there is
the People’s Body vs the Absent
Mind. If absent body, absent mind; if absent mind
then Due Process Clause gestures at
and drives.
Absent Mind is a conglomerate of
disembodied bowels with colonoscopy
bags hanging from a segment
of light, emitted from
the spectral kidney, which is
delayed on gutted infrastructure,
perhaps the F train.
The People’s Body is open-secret dominated
by gays; did you not receive
our communique?
— Went out last week to everyone
on recent planets. Queers fake
marginality — until the remaining come out —
toward a policy change.
“How many Nazis were in the closet?”
someone shouts at Stonewall — a riot
that became a parade that is on its way
to be a riot again.
i.e. we are the majority
by far / in numbers, or gay is
as gay fucks.
This poem is Contracting. In other dimensions,
my guard dog names me
“Hollow Means”— misidentifying pussy
with void. The Majority: People who identify
as women are contracting everywhere,
which is a deliberation.
The only reason they permit
the styles to change: prevent an all-out
war. i.e. People are wearing flats in Congress,
and on the red carpet, which is
insane. High heels are finally only
for people who want them.
My red carpet is cumtangled,
klepto-cunt contracting around
whatever I want:
luke, 100-footer, no
cliterference.
Absent Mind doesn’t even know our words
beyond their falsehoods
of bed death.
Peculiar, they used to say;
steady, stands up on the night train, a real
shadows girl, someone who prefers the hour
just after dusk, irregular, fond of her health,
a gal with her own library card,
“pays her own way”; I hyena
laugh, permit me.