One night I was staying far north of Taos Mountain.
So I answer.
"I see the stars twinkling.
Blow out to the stars.
They're lightening.
Pick off your eyeballs free to hurl to ocean waves sounding.
Prick your ears.
I smell the honey, milk, and wine's river.
Cut off your nose.
Kiss me please.
Shut your mouth.
My skin breathing, touching, talking.
Take off your skin.
Muscles, intestines, all you are bones hanging upside down.
Homo sapiens and sapiens in a meat market in a megalopolis
in a great century.
How much money would you pay to have your body back?"