Extendable Body

Jack Tricarico

Something in my eye made the print red

Reading about an extendable body

Because space provides outlines

And time does tend to repeat itself

The outline of my body

Is infinitely extendable

And as I extend do I multiply

Into numerous personalities

I haven’t as yet met?

Would they confront me in a mirror

Claiming that I am a fake

That only they are authentic?

Perhaps then

It wasn’t something in my eye

That made the print red

Reading about an extendable body

It was probably one of those bodies

That I multiplied into

Without even being aware

Of this phenomenal capacity

A body with impaired vision

That made the print red

Life is just too complicated

Having so many bodies how do I know

What one or another is doing?

Nevertheless I like the idea

Of an extendable body multiplying indefinitely

Even if merely imaginary

Isn’t imagination only a deferred reality?

As someone once said

In anticipation a cup smiles at my hand

Because I touch it so gently

Probably because I have another body

That touches things like that