the body idea

Bree North

I know i am not my body

But if i were

I would remember just long enough

For memory to mean imprints

I would be curious as corneas

Whiten with fear like follicles

Wired up from the inside

Disease could be free to teach me

Like feldspar fragments or meteorology

According to some holy math

And I wouldn’t even wonder about it

I would be water and dirt

That’s it.

Every hand would be the same

The same like elastic on my joggers

Plastic comb fingers

God, how i would harden up when starved

And soften when i am fed

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