I carefully rearranged my senses so they could have a conversation taught them to switch places from each pore in my skin grew shimmering eyes and fingerprints filled the eye sockets from the ears grew two tongues and I sang for people passing a strange song told them stories without moving my lips (mouth half-open, still) they assumed the words came from themselves these unfamiliar thoughts and i sang to them such is the speech of the body the ribs painted their fingernails (black, of course) and on the edges of the cunt grew little teeth the clitoris, that great sphinx, opened its eye so many blind years, acting oedipus meanwhile the vocal chords were listening for the wind howling whispering a familiar language of breath secret tales for them to learn then from my veins came a strange itching and I felt a pull through the shoulder blades I should have seen it coming the blood was itching and etched a hole at the nape of the neck it flew out into the night like a long, red ribbon to the sky and up we went, blood and I, spread over the city the dark sky lay against my skin so close like an eyelid