New Body

      Blood is a fixture, see?
     I mistaked her for a watercolor
     Dear artists , false paintjobs are death squads
             for the truth
She dwells
a serious plague, the heart is only a temple

And Athens creek sits beside thee
spoiling her needs,
 splitting my hairs like a faithful cancer
         I look at Blood, Thee
                   and couldn't believe I can
                      shed, the heart
                             pops,
                                 brackish
                               and undone once
                                  more, yet
                                I'm so still.
                         So. Still. I realize the
                     clay maker missed one ingredient. It's    
                just a crack away.
          Thee glues and smoothes
it over like I will dry in the same place, but thinner

this gray flesh becomes.

I can never blink, thanks sculptor
i can never defy now, thanks sculptor

and now you gave my chest a clock,
 O' very die,
   a needle of the sworn,   a sculpture's scorn

   thicker and boiled in buffalo hide.

My ideas extinct.
A constant wonder. Blood is still here. New Blood.

So dark,
I dare blood to defy water.

O' dear vessel, my blood, my sculptor
you forget one more thing

You forgot my veins.