Poses as sex and gender
The way we keep trying on
The bodies of other men and women
In alternating lifetimes
According to the rhythms of the moon
As if willy-nilly all these bodies
Were working to evolve
Just one perfect one
With scars on her back
From master timeA body-artist who only paints his wife
A wife who wipes out all her other lovers
When all along it was only these bodies
Something not quite real in us
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