To Be Read in the Interrogative

Have you seen

have you truly seen

the snow the stars the felt steps of the breeze

Have you touched

really have you touched

the plate the bread, the face of that woman you love

so much

Have you lived

like a blow to the head

the flash the gasp the fall the light

Have you known

known in every pore of your skin

how your eyes your hands your sex your soft heart

must be thrown away

must be wept away

must be invented all over again