
  Strangers
  ~~~~~~~~~

  So, we are strangers.
  We haven't smelled
  Each other's scents.
  We don't know, the
  Color of our eyes,
  Disposition
  of our teeth,
  We don't know
  Of the bone
  We carry
  To our Death.

  I propose
  That we carry
  Our steaming dogs
  Into the field
  Under the cake
  Of the moon
  Let them lie,
  Breathing,
  Showing
  Their teeth
  Because, we
  Are strangers.

  We should go
  Home and listen
  To cassette players
  Filled with blank tape,
  Whirring a single noise
  Forever--
  For we are strangers,
  We have not smelled
  Each other's scents.

  And we should
  Break mirrors
  In private rooms,
  Review our images
  In the broken pieces,
  And we should fetter
  Our reflections
  In the mud
  With our fingers
  Like strangers.

  Yet we'll walk
  Opposite sides
  Of the Earth
  Follow,
  The equator.

                            - V.A. Blevins
