Next, I'll read "Giving Myself Up."
"I give up my eyes, which are glass eggs.
I give up my tongue.
I give up my mouth, which is the constant dream of my tongue.
I give up my throat, which is the sleeve of my voice.
I give up my heart, which is a burning apple.
I give up my lungs, which are trees
that have never seen the moon.
I give up my smell, which is that of a stone traveling
through rain.
I give up my hands, which are 10 wishes.
I give up my arms which have wanted to leave me anyway.
I give up my legs, which are lovers only at night.
I give up my buttocks, which are the moons of childhood.
I give up my penis, which whispers encouragement
to my thighs.
I give up my clothes, which are walls that blow in the wind.
And I give up the ghost that lives in them.
I give up.
And you will have none of it because already I am beginning
again without anything."