We have not yet determinedWhat a body can do
What death can do
One’s own death indefinitely
Deferred yet certain
Pain becomes the only thing
We can control we have not
Yet determined what the body
Can do the body in pain
Sculpting it surviving despite
Other acts of grace
Drive a nail through your dick
You land on your feet
Pain is a dance with death
Piercing your life your
Lung-filled breasts live
Because you permit
The only mastery left to them.
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