1.
 Because I am both the head  
 and the hand holding the head  
 by the hair  

 (the formaldehyded head  
 of what and where)  

 I’ve cut myself a wig and I will sit

 as if I had a porch
 as if I had a rocking chair.

 2.
 Our sex gave way to more sex  
 then less, as if  

 every question  
 were an answer
 asking yes.  

 And every mile is a mill.
 Every mile is a million.  
 Every hill is a hell: one bell  
 is a billion.  

 The whisker of did  

 was once what does.  
 Belief and grief  
 become because.