after Adrian Piper
You can’t stop mourning
everything all the time.
The ’90s, the black Maxima with a tail,
CD wrappers, proximity to the earth.
Glamour and sweating in your sheets.
Speaking tongues. JLo even. Men even.
You are a woman now
but you have always had skin.
Here are some ways in which
you are not free: the interiors
are all wrong, you are a drought
sprawling. When you see god
you don’t like what you see.
It is never enough to be born
again and again.
strangers hold your hand.
You have a mouth men bless.
You look good enough to bury.
from Paperbag