hymn to parts without a whole.

From "The Tenant":  "Tooth is a part of ourselves.  Like a bit of our personality."
"At what precise moment does an individual stop being who he thinks he is?"

Why these themes?  What is "me", and what is "my"?

Why chasing to the bottom thoughts of Sharon Tate's death, why did the psychic see me following her down a rabbit hole... just in passing, "why Sharon Tate"?

My teeth, my head, my mouth, my tongue, my voice,
my speech, my hand, my script,
my body, my turn-on's, my psychology,
the backs of my knees, my orgasm, my
impulse, my brain stem

My neck, my throat that swallowed the fly,
my stomach,
my stomach acid,

my digested insect?

My love -- or my not-love -- when we
cum together -- your cum, my cum,

your heart (not organ), my heart (organ--
not-organ)

what are we left with?
Your ghost - my ghost.
the silence after sex, dissected--
amputated, cremated, scattered.
*
Cut off my breasts,
they are not me.
Pull my teeth,
excavate my gums,
they are not me.

Mine my throat,
sever the chords,
they are not me.

Mutilate my sex,
conquer my dreams.

Scoop out my womb,
eradicate my birth
and my death,

and my Self -----

they are not me.
~

When I masturbate in the shower,
are the waters
that wash down my lust
to the drain
not me?

The vibrations
of my voice in prayer,
are they not me?
not mine?  not my?
...organs:
me,
donated to the wind?