after Ana Mendieta
If they are a silueta
But I can’t make out where one begins and
Ends
If in the breakdown of the body there
Is nothing but smoke
If I get inside it
And try and make love to what is there and
Not there
If I feel that it wants me anyway
But I am trying hard for it to not be an
It but a they them he she initials and stars
Copyright © 2017 by Melissa Buzzeo. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on February 8, 2017, by the Academy of American Poets.