Withdrawals

-for Adrian Piper

Wishing the mind
To touch anything
But this combat

Combatting, that is,
To touch you
And touching

Only dark, a room
Full of dark
All voices eyes

All I be hushed
Sensed so striken
As of in silence blowing

Whereupon the woman
You are the man
The skin sheds us

She singles herself out
Pointing out the lack of
Forms in her self-apprehension

A failure to withdraw from
Them because every
thing is in relation.