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Rib cages are awful metaphors.
Mine simply contains a heart,
some lungs, a liver.  Just the
things that keep a man moving.

I cannot love with these things.
cannot feel pain with them; better
to use the mouth, the fingers, places
where nerves end, where heat can be felt.

The eyes are nothing but metaphor,
light collectors that wander and stare.
Use eyes as you would the pencil,
the paper is so bright, it is.