the existence of sex

there is mounting evidence against humanity;
no shoulder hold the sky suspended
rushing lions, slow sunsets, the worms of dizziness
i will not hold the bridle while he cinches the girth
may you find a way out: a seagull or a photograph
the universe is full of fine lines, hold them
as for me, I have the purpose of not
i will knock these doors when they shut
in my guts I hear water, turtles and Simbad
my face carries this sociobiology
squeezes the squid, sweet, triumphant and bitter
i’m in a country never my own, but my legs can stretch
what does it take to dance? host a duet in your mouth
there is mounting evidence against fitting matrioshkas.