John Paul Martinez

ALL MY PARTS


are rainless
         darned together
         by craggy twine

my hair slung from knotting ivies
         one long piece kneaded
         in salt & matted fur 

sheared from placid mammals
         my heart a muddling
         of unripe rose hips

sweet & planktonic
         in which all night
         warm milk runs through

my hands are ringing
         they scatter adzuki beans
         across the tiling & I jingle

stones between my fingers
         roll them across
         my pinkened knuckles

along my body’s every inch
         a waking Nachlass
         collection of orphaned lines

         mass of perfect smithereens

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