There's a piece in "Blowback" that says, "I dreamt of Ginsberg."

And the ending line is, "His last words translated were, "Don't fuck with your body.""




The body

I try to take the time to look at it

I squeeze the tips of my toes with my fingers

I see them turn from red to yellow

Then back to red

The toes curling up

The palms of the feet turn upward in a beautiful way

The lines on the palms of the feet are faint

Can't hide much dust

The angle between the thigh and the calf forms a perfect fold

And the top of the foot makes a smooth arc

In the space between the toes

There are cut blocks of colour and traces of light