This Is Not A Poem
All metaphors point to the insufficiency of languages.
I animate my body like a puppet.
In conversation, the tongue and teeth you argue against
are no more than my hand in a sock.
This is not a metaphor.
Why do the depersonalized find themselves holding
not No Person
but many persons?
The core, the shell, the flesh —
the self that would speak for the flesh if she found
an audience to listen.
I am all my selves but one that can speak “I am”
and know its truth.
If a stranger reaches out a hand in a crowd to greet you,
do you recognize when that stranger
[Image: “Rhododendron＆Vast ocean of clouds、コバノミツバツツジ＆篠山盆地雲海、盃ヶ岳4256293” by 松岡明芳 – 松岡明芳. Licensed under CC BY-SA 3.0 via Wikimedia Commons]