Your Body Is War

Januz Miralles - Bleaq

Art by Januz Miralles – Bleaq

because you have spent
enough time carving a wound
as big as a star, and when it’s ready
you flesh it out – its colors blindfolded,
and you hold it in your hands
and you sing a forgotten song for it
until it is ripe & raw & ready to explode

The first of a series of poems, titled Your Body Is War, was published by Hermeneutics Chaos Journal. You can read the full version here.

And while you’re there, see also: The Old Tree, which also ties in with the body:

Sometimes you think of this
as fabric, because you see the skin
fold and unfold, dry and burn,
the softness emaciated as if it was nothing.

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