Tag Archives: body
Having seen, unmistakably, the second line
I join the haves, keeping distance from the have nots. Oh, the fevered battle, the many dead soldiers blown gently from the nostrils into soft tissue, their duty honorably discharged. This sweep, the clearing of the fallen, a residual chill and tremble. Later, I will sit in the sun, make soup, add COVID to the […]
Knowing it would end
did I ghost my life, indentured to some lesser master, determined not to breathe too gladly, and was I afraid of my body’s fierce appetites, how it loved food, needed water, wanted you, how in the same moments it longed to be free, and caught, as if paradox were its natural disposition, the skeleton on […]
Vertigo
Snow falls all night as I lie beneath down only the cat against my flank, her weighted contentment, making me necessary in the oriented world. Vertigo again — reeling adrift — meclizine in the dark and waiting, still, on the gradual repair of the rotting rudder. The aging body comes round slowly if at all […]
Knowing it would end
did I ghost my life, indentured to some lesser master, determined not to breathe too gladly, and was I afraid of my body’s fierce appetites, how it loved food, needed water, wanted you, how in the same moments it longed to be free, and caught, as if paradox were its natural disposition, the skeleton on […]
Embodied
Nothing is wrong and nothing right one of those days I occupy my body like an exile in a foreign land afraid to eat exotic food to drink untested water to hear too keenly the strange tongue of my inner workings soft and unintelligible billions of cells living and dying ceaseless and invisible the quiet […]
Unbecoming
Suddenly I find it odd that my arms terminate in hands — these firm and meaty pads, the bony fingers extruded in opposition to the outliers, these peculiar thumbs. Who designed these naked anomalies, wrinkling and weathering with the years? Where are my clever paws, their dexterous beauty, their soft and ageless fur? A […]
Unbecoming
Suddenly I find it odd that my arms terminate in hands — these firm and meaty pads, the bony fingers extruded in opposition to the outliers, these peculiar thumbs. Who designed these naked anomalies, wrinkling and weathering with the years? Where are my clever paws, their dexterous beauty, their soft and ageless fur? […]
A last request
I read recently that certain cells go on without us, that 30 minutes postmortem, or 48 hours, or 96, genes transcript, activity commences, continues, increases. Stem cells repair themselves for days. Weeks. All this time I thought it enough to run the living numbers: three years since the skin you last touched regenerated, two […]
Meditatio Ephemera 