Self-Portrait In A Wire Jacket Poem by Monica Youn

To section off
is to intensify,
to deaden.
Some surfaces
cannot be salvaged.
Leave them
to lose function,
to persist only
as armature,
holding in place
those radiant
squares
of sensation—
the body a dichotomy
of flesh and
blood. Wait here
in the trellised
garden you
are becoming.
Soon you'll know
that the strictures
have themselves
become superfluous,
but at that point
you'll also know
that ungridded