The Geography of Anatomy by County

When you crawl on your belly

like a serpent, things get weird.

& by things I mean weather,

the twist & beg of the sea.

& by crawl on your belly

like a serpent, I mean disappear.

Poof, be gone. Under this hat,

there is smoke, inside this hat

no rabbits.

& by weird I mean equidistant

to silence, my heart is pure autonomy,

pure taxonomy, pure space in which

we happen or don’t.