Science  Write  Now

Plicae 
circulares, 
valvulae 
conniventes. 
Intestinal 
anatomy 
is already 
poetic 
enough. 

And I only 
wanted to 
say something about the 
folds and 
folds of 
flesh that 
I wish were 
my skin. 

Mathematics argued: if I 
increase my 
surface area 
enough 
something 
must 
eventually 
touch me. 

As when I 
dig my tongue into poem 
after poem 
after poem 
it’s never 
long before 
one digests 
me whole.

But that 
is all my 
tongue does. To unfold oneself 
without 
speaking 
is complex mathematics