What are the literacy devices in this peom ? The transformation is complete. My eyes Are microscopes and cathode X-ray tubes In one, so I can see bacteria, Your underwear, and even through to bones. My hands are hypodermic needles, touch Turned into blood: I need to know your salts And chemistries, a kind of intimacy That won’t bear pondering. It’s more than love, More weird than ESP–my mouth, for instance, So small and sharp, a dry computer chip That never gets to kiss or taste or tell A brief truth like “You’re beautiful,” or worse, “You’re crying just like me; you are alive.”