What's unnatural is how we look
on these rectangles of laminated
plastic, eyes directed at a laser-
point dot of light; how we're
given the option to smile
or not to smile, to sign
permission for future harvest
of our eyes and other organs
so a blond girl or boy in Peru,
Illinois can have a chance
at something called a bright
future. What's real is not
whatever piece of paper
we're here to file (plus
$200 or more in government
fees), to render unto us
the status of the real. What's
natural is how, if you closed
your eyes and just listened,
the undercurrent is the same
sounds of breathing everybody
makes in the cell, in the room.