Escape from the planet of the apes Escape from the planet of the apes I am chained to the rock of my body.
Hunger ignites like a phosphorus match.
Laid end to end they might wrap around the world, rusting in the cold dark folds of the ocean where whales mourn, chafing the Himalayas where the Dalai Lama tries to contemplate. Irritated, he gets up to blow out the candle, but the smoke curls up in a spiral and lingers, the way my memory of the perfume of your body still lingers in my bed.