Some have suggested
that I put secret messages
through, that
can slip
to the side and
through, like
a body in a dance.  Not so.

in language
is war’s most accurate
beneathness.  The cryptographer,
yes, she will get to coin
her own term.  To make my arms
lean enough to accommodate these
bracelets, I had to kiss them.  I was
made to humiliate my own
slenderness.  Lovers attenuate
inside code.  New codes
clatter from wrist to shoulder.
as the signs (yes, ciphers, were always
less symbolic than their politics) broadcast themselves
to be, allied
to the evasions of the limb
whose signature
they are.

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