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I Can't Feel My Face

I can’t feel my face
but would have you still feel it
so I could say ‘O
there it is’.
No one can touch
or destroy what is worthless.
Forbid me-- we come
to a sponge station I
notice the full spectral dominance
feel the elite
in fine sparkling strands.
The phone rings
in the bones of the face
it is also my neck, my back, my neck & my back.
I ask her not to be the one to let me die alone.


This poem appears in the 2007 Anthology
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