...not tori. not sure that qualifies as a joke.

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like a woman cocooned
i will wait here,
silk-twined,
for meaning to touch
my face
like naked sunlight.

if my bound shape
liquefies, pressed,
repressed,
into predetermined newness--
the fugal t,
the ever-loving u--
i will probably twist
and squirm

but in the end look back
and say, i did that
for this,
and this will be a thing
i will have wanted
to have done that for.

because that
is the thing
about cocoons:
they press one down
into
a series of
single shapes--
the fugal t,
the ever-loving u.