84/365: Intimate and Peculiar
Broad hands devouring pens,
unambiguous noses that shock and awe,
and bulky arms wet-clay weighted
draw the eye,
beg for stories,
demand that you touch them.
They are intimate and peculiar
with no publicly comparable objects,
arranged and processed in magazines,
to sell us jeans and soap and self-disgust.
I want to know these bodies
because I do not know them.
I want to put them inside my mouth
like babies' feet
and poke around their contours
with my tongue.