Lipid
I ate illegitimate a whole loaf of bread,
preparing for a slim disease
by personal invitation,
so it was easy, then,
to give you my whole legs, the crunch
of two hours for toenails, safety
pins in my apples. The tongue,
she catches all manner of things, so
we made swift celebration of side views
and breakthroughs, plateaus and baking
soda granules and expensive mussels
and bakery unleavened.
I can use plastic spoons just as well
as knives to break into
accurate measurement,
but here, you key my dull little box:
it’s full of hair, flakes from my sides
and my skinny scalp. There,
I could be such a precise woman.
I would cinch off clothes all on my own
just to set a precedent.
—Freesia McKee
bhanu cinches freesia precisely
I ate illegitimate a human form
preparing for a slim disease
cyst but with memory
to give you my whole legs,
the body hangs its memory
pins in my apples. The tongue,
an excess site
as knives to break into
my dull little box:
the central cavity with the other soft,
breaded skinny scalp. There,
I could be such a precise woman.
A cyborg is an iridescent pleat.
bhanu cinches freesia precisely: a monster response arranged by Ching-In Chen from Freesia McKee's poem and italicized text from Bhanu Kapil's Incubation: a Space for Monsters (Leon Works, 2006).
