Yes
I'm a dummy
So use
my body
To send your message
All my words are yours
Since you've inserted yourself in my
cavity
Dumb and speechless
without you
I come to life in your presence
And alone
I'm stiff in a pine wood
box.

In truth you live through me
And only through these felt lips can your truth come
Intently tinged by this cynic, sardonic, wise
***
This piercing needle through your wanton
hubris
I'd turn this wood to flesh
But what would you have left to
burn for warmth
To use
And use up.