- On My Back
American insults lie in the body.Flail across the knife.
I study the green air plantsthreaded across a chain link fence—
the matchsticks of your lifestartled clean and blazing.
Observe a palate of flesh tonesdisappearing into a starless container.
Reduction its own form of bloodshed.So much depends upon the landscape
before its wildness leeches away.The viewer's assumptions thrown
back at her. As if to say, my queernessis the most natural thing I inhabit. [End Page 283]