NINE SIGNATURES
In your head, slender curlicues of blood
sign for memory
Your heart lays itself out for a census of
one or two or
The signature on your palm is effortless
and when you take my hand we press
our names together
One leg signs for the other and the other
signs for the first
The signature of the medium of flight,
vision and burning is registered in your
lungs
The signature of heaven is all orbits and
explosive dots, it fits in the corner of
your eye
Your name might be a mistake, but bad
handwriting can cover that
There is a man of gold whose signature is
a luxury, whose first name alone clears
all obstacles
I know a woman who signs with her hair
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