Well, I was thinking most literally of bread, but of course I realize the oddity of it and the potential sexuality of it. As you think of something plain like bread, you realize it resonates in a variety of surprising ways, and you accept them or you don't. Bread was the first thought here, though it led to these strange sexually-charged allusions. That's a resonance I hadn't thought of. She's really just rubbing bread on her face.
Titles are funny.
They're part of the poem, and they definitely change the light in which everything else is received. I could nudge it into that was between poetry and prose. Prose that's associative, that moves in associative synapse-links rather than proceeding along in a narrative kind of logic. It made me think also of New York School poetics, particularly those poems of Frank O'Hara's that are at once prosaic and inclusive of fairly wild surrealist-style disjunction. Yes, this poem is probably influenced by O'Hara especially.