I am born into this body which
is neither here nor there or
anywhere really and this creation
of skin and bone which wraps around
a skeleton, a tone of skin which lets me
in through the door and who is there?
who is here? am I there waiting for you
to wait here for me for me to exit or enter
or rent a space here in this place?

What is this creation of woman?
a man?
can it be free?
am I me or you tapping into and is there a clue
in the postmark?