we will rent a Tuesday afternoon
and a wedge of window light.
I will read myself out of a book,
and there I will be--
all that I never knew,
between breaths and heartbeats,
set before me like the colors in a Persian rug.
In a beautiful body,
I will run myself through myself
and out of myself,
through every age and into your arms,
you will have already changed your name
and forgotten me.