<equi's "autobiographical poem"> 2004-08-08.8:03 p.m. Autobiographical Poem Elaine Equi The story of my skin is long and involved. While the story of my hair is quite short. In the story of my mouth kisses linger over poppyseeds and crumbs of lemon-scented cake. There is a character who always builds in the story of my bones and a woman who refuses to leave her gondola in the story of my blood. But it is the heart's story I most want to share with you who also know this pleasure of being shut inside a vast dark place, alone-- as if at a small table scribbling lies. back /& forth /& frosting names are often sad