By | 1 August 2010

I lack, unlike the others, a menagerie of identities (multiple hes who co-
exist within the same body: the sack
of clotted blood and glowing flesh and gangly bones

that one calls home); there
simply are two mes: Pieta, marble statue
terrified of movement, but with a glare as ghastly

as Medusa’s; and the monstrous
colossus, omnipotent as that God of Plagues
and Chaos, and master of the bold strip tease.

Distinct as Death and Life they’ll never

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