my body is a coconut

left in open water

somewhere between

New York and the Taj Mahal

winds treat it as well as

creators treat their creations

but listen listen to me

they all are just flowing out of

my body just flowing out of it

pretending to alienate it to push it off

to love it and hate it

I repeat my body is a coconut

totally closed

~

when the sun sets 

her body hears

shrill sounds of birds flying in

to bite and hit her with their beaks

they learn to make a hole

in her skin and bones

one big hole for them all to get in

but her body is a coconut

somewhere between

New York and the Taj Mahal

…she is reeling with chilling 

voices in her ears

that whisper one question

over and over again