Ears and eyes in Salt Lake City.
Smile and hair in San Francisco.
Arms and legs in Chicago.
Feet and hands in Portland.
Liver and pancreas in Los Angeles.
Part of my heart in Poland.
Soon I will leave another portion of my heart in New York.
There is no reassembling me.
Such fragmentation is the antidote to provincial concentration, which always leads to psychosis and suffering of one kind or another.
Such fragmentation does cause, however, a pain all its own—
the pain of permanent, ever-multiplying separation.