No. 4

The Basic Body

They called you firecracker
loose cannon, slut, cunt
weak, sexual
they called you lovely
sensitive, selfish, vain
somebody called you
and left a message
someone else called
and left no message at all
I just called you my cup of tea.

Drink you up
set you up
pull you up
fuck you up
make up
crack up
my cup of tea.

Let them recall in vagueness
what really they never knew
I can inspect
and try to deflect
the names I cannot call you.

You are what you are
the same is true for me
but when I sip you
I remember to think
that the body is free.







Piet Cross was born in the United States in 1952. He lives with his five children in Rhode Island where he teaches word sailing. Click Here to view the Piet Cross Poetry Index.





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Piet Cross Poetry-The Breeze Vectors, "The Basic Body," No. 4
URL http://www.cosmicbaseball.com/pcbv_4.html
Published August 1 1998 by the Cosmic Baseball Association
Copyright © 1998 by Piet Cross

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