you touched me positively
math.ema.tized. and added me up
into all my numbers:
counting my eyelashes, my palm lines
taking my temperature, my pulse,
measuring the length of me.
I had never been the subject of a study before.
So I bit and heard your list of
I am the function of the sum of all my parts.
But reaction. And change.
Words always worked better for me.
But you can run out of those, too, or at
least hardly catch up.
You fill books of words your body sings
though still of science and sound and page
there’s no explanation as to why
we go and come back.