Splayed fingers, hidden rings.

Poetry 1995–96

Churn

so perhaps i do like to be dominated after all,
i didn't think so, when in the physical world,
the world of flesh and touch and pain,
i could not let go, i could not feel it,
but now, seeing what i've been reduced to,
i sense an ability to accept pain.
it repels me like a reformed junkie's
stomach churns, when asked if he wants.