I came through

the uterus, let's face it -- she was an island --
an archipelago; -- to her side, the pelagic
backward I don't want to say backward
but deepdown pelagic, do you feel me?

I'm rough like dry skin in the winter
a tiny camera flows through the blood
to find a splinter. Puss forms. Eventually,
I guess, the thing moves on, or it doesn't.
Who has enamored loss? Loss of any
kind doesn't give you anything, hello,
I know where I am. --a dish of mold
or a Jello commercial --are two things
Rembrant wouldn't have painted. Redact.

I came through
the uterus, let's face it -- how i started --
how'd you get here? --a research told me
(not at a luncheon, but with some pretext
of a delicious meal in the near future, let's
face it) how do we get here? is a question
nobody can answer. but, human, for once,
not even for once, that wasn't in question,
with a calmness nobody would notify, would
bring attention to, (was held off, paid attention to,
was held off, paid attention to) these are how
mental disorders begin. He said, whoa... So
whaddaya gonna do about it? That's what
I'd like to know.

Human for once, with feelings,
blunt trauma curtains, floats with hip hop artists
atop them, the Italians booing,