My cadastre of flesh
dissects me right to the bone,
Khal luster, eyes lined in khol.
And a virgin’s red nails
will arrange the sky
with a pure and transparent sunset.
Will you find surveyors
to measure the depths of tidal bores,
among your steamer trunks of salt?
[My cadastre of flesh]
My cadastre of flesh / dissects me right to the bone