The Subsect
This body
More familiar than before
Sits alone
Sits unseated
Sits foreign at my shore
I know its shape and the space it will take
its entrance into my own
This body, with branches new and full
Tiny buds, rage and full of gore
Tender hands removed the muck
And eventually succeed
But find that only what was left
was not me
Not he
But rather
A subsect.
