the five questions

i am having sex

with people

i don’t know

who am i

they cannot tell

that i came from hunger

like this

when did i crawl so

there is nothing

left in naked uncertainty

except for love

why do i feel this

i’m ripped apart

like a dog

devouring its fleas

what is happening

it ends

when we do

and when we go

away to end elsewhere

how will i find rest

another other

asks me

what i’m thinking about

why did i do it

why did i do it again