Body #11
This body can't stop throwing up. Cheeto dust and Gatorade. Power bars. Granola. Macaroni. Cheddar. Grains of rice. Frito Lays. Taco Bell. Refried beans. Paper bag. Bendy straw. Fishing line. Dog food. Dog sick. Dog fur. Powerade. Lettuce leaves. Carrot peel. Orange peel. Jelly Belly jellybeans. Gummi worms. Taffy. Chewing gum. Fingernails. Cocacola. Cocacola. Cocacola.
In the toilet, on its rim, on the floor, in the grout. Pooling in this body's shaking hands.
Body #12
This body pummels its eardrums at metal concerts. This body drinks tabasco sauce and vodka. This body eats stale taffy. This body moshes at the rock show. This body watches the sunrise. This body drops acid. This body calls its mother's body. This body leaves its shit in the bowl for other bodies to find. This body writes its name on every desk, dashboard, dildo, door, partition, window, sill.
This body goes deaf.
Body #18
This body eats pears in the food court. Nothing else on a Tuesday. On Wednesdays, it eats oranges. Its hands smell of the juice for the rest of the day. Not a pleasant smell, but a Lysol variation. The peels linger beneath its nails. On Thursdays, it eats cherries. Spits the pits out on its tray. On Fridays, it eats anything it wants. On Saturdays, it eats anything it wants. On Sundays, it fasts. Lays in bed, reading and thinking of everything it ate on Friday, on Saturday. On Monday, it eats apple wedges and whole-wheat crackers. Every day it drinks Diet Gatorade. The lemon-lime flavor. This body eats pears in the food court. Nothing else on a Tuesday.
Body #24
This body's the body that your body loves.
Suppose this body wants your body's money.
Suppose it won't say why.
Suppose you want your money.
Suppose you know how you're going to spend it.
Suppose the thought keeps you up nights.
Body #61
This body's the body that eats off the floor.
When no one is looking it eats off the floor.
It waits until no one is looking.
It eats off the floor.
Body #71
This body this body needs a body needs a body for touching for loving for smelling for loving for breathing, for breathing, this body needs a body needs a body for yearning, for wanting for yearning, for touching for loving for smelling for tasting, for breathing, this body needs a body needs a body needs another body's body, for hunger, for thirst, for hunger, for thirst, this body needs a body needs a body needs a body for its nose, for its mouth, for its nose, for its mouth, for its nose, for its mouth, to fill them with good things, this body needs a body.
Body #73
This body sometimes expresses perceptions of ambiguity concerning the distinctions between consensual sexual interactions and rape.
Body #76
The way that drumming gently on a tabletop leads one to believe the surface is sucking one's fingertips.
Body #77
The way that sitting on a toilet seat is necessarily an act of surrender.
The stall as a temple glorifying that surrender. The urinal as refusal to surrender.
The sight and the feel of urine spreading in the grout beneath his body's shoes.
Body #93
It needs a word. By any other name. What needs a body? The word. Does it need another?
Does a body need a name? It needs a word. What names a body? What makes the word?
What moves the word?
Does a body name a body. Does the word. Does it move? The body or the word.