the body idea by Bree North

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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