I wonder at the thinness of my skin and how it is that I come to be on the other side of acceptable vision, the bulk of the technology of my eyes being dark matter in the interior of my body, impenetrable to the sight they are otherwise so willing to facilitate.

Like a blind posing for photographs, I position myself:

dubious on the ridge of my cranium;

jauntily at the crook of my elbow;

historically at the fundus wall of my uterus;

determined in the length of my back.