Iko

This...? This is nothing to me.
This costs me nothing. I take everything from you, and so it costs me nothing.
And so I gain nothing.
Which is sometimes desirable--but not always. Hardly always.



I do not want to be this. I am not this.
I am when I bleed--no-not that sor-
When I touch soil with anything but shoes
When I jump and land badly and feel it up to my knees
I am toxo
I am pleasure because pain
I am not touching
And when I cannot touch I am still not talking
And when I cannot touch and do not talk I am mumbling
because even then I am touching
one lip to another
three fingers to a pencil and five against the skin
This is an admission of envy
of jealousy
of love
of hate
this is not in opposition to life--it is in envy of it

It is a desire to live
I don't have words for speaking
I have living
And envy of living
I'm not an artist
I'm not a writer

I 'm just a jealous living creature.