Silk Flowers
by Adrian Kien

Who is represented when I show you my face
the face of my face in these breasts
reflected beneath dust on a TV screen, in silk flowers?

Two flowers.

Who is represented in two flowers? Two gun powders?
Who in words? My two nipples and the raspberry hairs.

As represent. I present. A present.
Or is it I resemble. No. I thimble
as a thumb stitched to my throat to seal
the numbers there, figures 1 and 2.

Here is my breast in numbers. One eye.
A flower. One nostril. And one arm to hold the other.

Other poems by Adrian Kien in ActionYes #2:
after the egg timer dings
I should know the names of these things