We have no heads, hands, or feet,
but we have somehow been made
more whole by subtraction, by this
strength that you might never have
imagined when we walked and kissed
and sang, this incredible, unstoppable
invasion of your dreams, a falling,
a dripping, a flying, our siren song
oozing through any speaker that will
have us and several that will not,
“oh my honey child, this is your
species, stop and look and see,
oh my honey child, you are one,
you are one, you will always be one.”