Taxonomer’s Lament

I found my legs in the silverware drawer
this morning where the spoons used to be

We haven’t had utensils in four evicted roommates
                                                          seven heartbreaks
                                                          three hundred forty-seven thousand
                                                                                          November Rains

Last night I saw the alibi under the bed
slicing up the living room rug with my legs
I saw him because he was wearing my eyes like earrings

My body hasn’t been fashionable since I was born
perhaps I’ve been wearing it wrong

My alibi dances as though he knows my intentions
better than I ever have
If there is a name for this dance
It isn’t mine

I have forgotten how to name things: emotions
                                                                                pets
                                                                                the people who name things

Tonight I am feeling Diet Coke flat
It’s the knowing that I am an improperly arranged potato head
That some drunk nature built me
with a foot in my mouth hole
and I didn’t notice until someone pulled my legs off