What do I know about the body?
Not that much.
At school, I learned
the biggest part of it
is water—that we are like shores
protected by skin.
Maybe that is the reason
I like to compare people to
clear lakes,
sea waves, and
cold rivers.
What do I know about the body?
I most definitely know how to paint
the skin on canvas.
I mix
lemon yellow,
deep red,
marine blue, and
titanium white.
I also know the skin sometimes betrays us.
Red, itchy wounds on my palms are
a telling of sleepless nights
on bathroom tiles.
A telling of obsessive thoughts
about the one
whose name is forbidden to mention
by my psychotherapist.
What do I know about the body?
I have heard it contains the soul.
I imagine hidden jars there—
ones that contain honey, and
other ones that are filled with stars.
The not so lucky ones contain the
embryos that were never born.
What do I know about the body?
The body can be given away—
divided amongst open mouths
or sprinkled like never-ending sand in the desert,
extinguishing eternal flames.
What have I learned about the body?
The body is just a body
until you let it show
where the pain is.
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