Figures like Us

Figures like Us


We are pretenders
We forget our bodies as we worship them
The disconnect
        between brain and spinal cord
I am another
        woman with slender legs
        plain meadowlike stomach
        void of hills or mountains
        no domes above flat land
He is a man
        a face of stubble
        an untouched lateral frame
        chest carved out of solid rock
        yet memberless despite
Every encounter is an out-of-body experience
For the aftermath does not, will not, compute
        Figures like us do not deserve to have good sex
That is a job for our alter egos