The aging of my body and my beauty br is a wound from a merciless knife. br I’m not resigned to it at all. br I turn to you, Art of Poetry, br because you have a kind of knowledge about drugs: br attempts to numb the pain, in Imagination and Language. br br It is wound from a merciless knife. br Bring your drugs, Art of Poetry— br they numb the wound at least for a little while.br br Constantine P.