I take back my mind, which is a valley
Of empty pockets and dead whistles.
I take back my skull, which is a mountain
Of crumpled maps and sad dolls.
I take back my eyes, which are 2 bowling balls
Rolling blind down the gutters of 1 lane.
I take back my teeth, which are 32 candlepins
Smiling bright in a mirror that is dark.
I take back my heart, which was made in a sweatshop.
I take back my tongue, which is a red carpet
Of cheap glass and champagne. I take back my throat,
Which is the closed track of a tunnel.
I take back the key to my apartment, which is a cropped field
Of circles. I take back my domain, which is 40 miles
Of ash in a jar. I take back my soul that is
The rented tuxedo for which again I give myself up.
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