They had cut us
Limb by limb,
They had hung us
On the entrance
Of the marketplace
Flowing in the air was the scent of water
Spring and us were sautéed together
Flowing in the air was the wind
Wind blew in in our veins blew out of the hole of our eyes
You walked in; limb by limb you arranged legs and hands beside lips
and eyes
You bent your face over the used-to-be-cheeks
Blessed the cheeks with a kiss of cherry blossom
Pain?
There was no pain
There wasn’t a hint of whimper in the throat that was cut along with
the hands, legs, tits, and tongue
You came closer
Wind stopped
The market place fell silent
I, who had yet to have knees on my legs, walked
On my earlobes, watched
With my fingertips
Pain?
There was no pain
Pain came when I blossomed with your touch,
When my blossoms shimmered so sickening red that you blinked and you looked away
1997
Toronto