A Body in Motion

for Hotel Crown Plaza Panamericano

Every object accelerates like a god.

How do you prove this a constant?

Humanity is a speeding race anyway.

And she, age 32 on floor 23—this

is beginning to sound like a word

problem. How do you prove the f(x)

of the unknown? The equations are

relative. The subject begins with arithmetic,

but these are words. And the sentence isn’t.

Here is the riddle              . The answer:

four seconds, broken hips, ribs,

internal bleeding.

I touched the stars between your lips, and still you don’t belong to me. 

Because everyone has taken pictures wearing a mask.

The kind of man without a face or a name that stands behind screen doors, windows, and desks, yells—

Humanity is a speeding race anyway.

Post no bills. 

For Dharun Ravi

Dying isn’t what it used to be partner.
It’s all connected— Our reality
is not a fabric. It is a water
like you. And we’re all moving on TV
captchas because you’re not good at living.
It makes us feel human again…to feel
like the you is separate from us, thinking
that you is part of them (the Man). Conceal
yourself. Do not reflect our ogres in
black skies. Their monstrous arms are all we know.
We don’t think good no more. We been suffo-
cated.