White clouds against sky:
you just don’t know yet which parts
of yourself to value.
I like it when I forget about time with its cleaning rag.
Picture your body made public, like the diamond cutters
who are weighed before and after their shift at work.
How free we are; how bound. Put here in love’s name:
I cannot be trusted to return
what I’ve been given.
Like the root of the word happiness, hap, you
have to luck into it.
In response to Via Negativa: Sushupti.
Cento is made of lines borrowed from Kim Addonizio, Nicole Sealey, Kaveh Akbar, Tung-Hui Hu