By Erica Naone (LadyFebruary@yahoo.com)
Date: 2 July 1999

Surveying

The damage is as follows:
  eyes, being two, separate me from myself
  lips, being two, separate me from you
  hands, being two, are prophecies of past and future
  feet, being two, walk both ways down my road
  minds, being two, strip my soul to separate pieces
In this shopping list of body parts, you see a stranger,
But I tell you, two are never one.
You will never smell my dreams.
You will never taste my home as I tasted it when I was small.
You will never burn yourself with gods as I have,
Earning the patterns of scars I have.
This is what I have failed to understand.