"Splitting the Finite," by Dan Rosenberg

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Splitting the Finite
Dan Rosenberg

Sometimes I welcome the apocalypse.
One last bright flash like a camera
before the universal redeye. With me
a mosquito could learn to clip his own
wings, dress in silks and pop
a top hat as if his many prism eyes
alternated black and white, real and fake,
and he lived in both worlds which explains
the legs, all the little redundancies
of a split life. I have two bodies: the one
you see and the one you do not see.
One I use for buying groceries, the other
for eating them. My private body likes
to play with light, it reflects itself
like photons are balls and I'm all I need
for catch. My secret body likes to attend
plays, peep shows, it is the one that starts
all those erections. It rides the bus
by the motor. Once my other body
was sleeping in bed and my private body
crept close. Its lips touched my dormant ear
and whispered the three words of separation.

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