Poem #2-2012 Parts

In suffering silence

wounded warriors

exist without:

arms

legs

hands

feet

But whither the

less obvious parts?

innocence

compassion

trust

hope

Missing limbs

are still felt

(they say)

But when innocence

and the like are lopped away –

Is there a residue?

Psychic scars must surely

outlive the corporeal

Ask a ghost

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Poem #1-2012 You Are Not Your Body

Unless you are some

Hollywood aberration

you did not make your nose

you didn’t have anything to do

with your hair’s perfection

or

the shape of your ass

or

the size or your tits

(or the size of your cock, for that matter)

and unless you’re some mad scientist,

you didn’t instruct your genes

toward society’s ideal

So why do you feel so

RESPONSIBLE for it all?

As if all of that is you?

I’d rather know if you’d

take in a stray kitten

or tell a cashier they undercharged you

or put a quarter in a stranger’s expired parking meter

or leave a waitperson a big tip “just because”

or cry at sad movies

or remember your first kiss

or if you have a quirky habit only you know about

or got the point of this poem . . .

Yair!

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