why have a paradoxical ‘I to eye’ * 2/27/13

readings:

day one

I am consoled within the prison of applause,

the acoustics there, seem to tenderize.

When we clap together, I (introspective eye), 

feel like the spanked parts of my hands, 

sipping warmth, soothing me.

I slit my wrists of feigned maidenhood 
monthly. In quite moments of solitude, 
I (introspective eye), go down to the river 
of my blood flow and see myself tranquil 
and reflected.