able-body

My body is limitless

the curvature of female.

My body is sanctified

by all the hopes of childhood.

My body is a tune

a true turning of a phrase.

My body is favored

and forgotten

felt up, and imagined.

My body is freedom

and convention,

a singularity composed

of each Body before mine. 

My body is my land

my harvest and sickness

the peril, the poverty

the treason and judgment.

My body is a coffin,

My body is a home

My body sets a curfew

for the children of my soul.

My body lends me time

and takes it steadily away.

My body offers answers,

it calibrates the days.

My body is my safety

within the boundless noise.

My body is my person

My person is my choice.

My body arranges meetings

it flounders and it thrives.

It reports with intuition

with sweat, and aches and sighs.

My body is a god of feeling

and demands I take my time

so that every walk through turpid city

becomes a prayer of grime.

And when it comes time to rot and wane

my body will be with me

pulling, tugging, pleading and bleeding

Until I exit time.