I found a small bump on my wrist
and inside it a profusion of eggs.
Each egg screamed out for love.
Every thing is a kind of center.
There is a God particle
and it has promised to tell us
Except it responds
to each of our questions
the same way.
Are you sure you want to know, it says.
No, we say. We are not.
This too is a kind of knowledge
and we fill with it.
You kiss me in your gray shirt,
the one that says what you are made of:
oxygen, carbon, some trace minerals,
more calcium than I had imagined.
100,000 calories, give or take.
God! I am in love with having a body.
The idea that my lungs work.
The idea that I am so much food.
I wanted to name a body part
after you and so I did.
It is a new organ
hidden behind all of the other organs
and the scientific community
can’t stop talking about it.
The truth is I wanted to hear
your name on so many smart lips.
We discover a new island
where there are no taboos.
The civilization living on this island
do whatever they want,
The civilization is you and me.
Our island is surrounded by danger.