{whimper}

I hate this poem. help?
oh, and ignore the almost-invisible x's -- I can't figure out how to make the spaces work any other way in blogger. my tabs and multiple spaces disappear on screen. sigh.

return of the Evil Queen

the body’s a burglarized mirror
first the face, then a rib, now a hip
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxlocate the self as a solid
are you animal, mineral, salt or snow
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI said solid, marked, singing
undone?
xxxxx the jaw is an axe, sharp tooth
xxxxx unkissed, kissless, altogether yours (honed)

xxxxx location: the body. a mirror, not yours
xxxxx(not anymore)

hands unfisted in pockets, so much meat
one belly, atonal chorus of fluids. a constellation of scars

none of this is new.
whom did you scar in return?

apple, apple, apple, apple

replace: to be or to furnish an equivalent or substitute, especially for one that has been lost, depleted, worn out, or discharged

a communion of hysterics

if the body is bread, break me down