Body Firm
A vehicle at rest,
Feet bare on the hard wood floor,
I will go back to the earth in it.
Firm ankles, calves, thighs, buttocks still,
Shoulders hunched over a keyboard,
I am not divided from myself.
Hands dry from so much washing,
A litany of pains and body parts,
I am in this body and I am loved.
Stomach empty and hungering,
Torso shaking in this soft chair,
I can feel my heart beating in my feet.
The clock chimes, the body prepares to move.
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