body poem (for sascha)

this body is out of control. I gave her little food - a lot of food. I brought her to the seaside and the bunker. this body just rebells everywhere. trying to control her - only makes it worse. he cries. she fights. he laughs. she fucks. I gave her drugs - she ignored it some times she tripped other times she never recovered fully. she aged he aged it changed all the time. This body is out of control. I love it.