body
A Suit or a Suitcase
You ask what I’ll miss about this life.
Everything but cruelty, I think.
But you want one specific thing,
so here—I’ll miss my body. I’ll miss
its companionship, how it’s traveled
with me, never leaving me—& by me,
I mean my mind. My soul? My self?
I don’t know what to call it, and besides,
my body hasn’t traveled with
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open.spotify.com"I'm afraid of getting older, " that's what I've learned to say
Society has given me the words to think that way
The message spirals, "Don't get saggy, don't get grey"
But the soft and lovely silvers are now fallin' on my shoulder
My mother and my grandma, my great-grandmother too
Wrinkle like the river, sweeten like the dew
And as silver as the rainbow scales that shimmer purple blue
How can beauty that is livin' be anything but true?
So let gravity be my sculptor, let the wind do my hair
Let me dance in front of people without a care
Let me be naked alone with nobody there
With mismatched socks and shoes and stuff stuffed in my underwear
Incomprehensible, let me be
Incomprehensible, let me be
On Days I Hate My Body, I Remember Redwoods
Joy Sullivan, Instructions for Traveling West
Give me more time on earth, and I'd take any body. A body ripe or ruined. Monstrous or errant. Make me a redwood tree.
Body becoming branch becoming sky becoming breath. Make me a slug upon her neck. The moth wilting at her roots.
I don't want a heavenly body, but
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