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