Status Updates From The Rooster's Wife (America...

It’s a scientific fact that anyone entering the distance will
grow smaller. Eventually becoming so small he might only be
found with a telescope, or, for more intimacy, with a
microscope. ...
But there’s a vanishing point, where anyone having
penetrated the distance must disappear entirely without hope
of his ever returning, leaving only a memory of his ever having
been.
But then there is fiction

Your hand is full of womanness, cried his father, It is not
right that men look upon unclothed womanness without that
she were clothed in man’s desire, lest it were that woman was
to judgment come; nor right that men take their hands in
weddedness, that they become one-handed to the true work of
the world...

There was a man who built himself something that looked
like a womb. When he left it he’d say, I’ve just been born,
spank me if you must, but please be kind.
And just before he entered it he would say, I’m just about
to be conceived. I wonder who my daddy and mommy are?

Definitely some odd poems