Saturday, April 22, 2017


If my body were not mine,
I entirely my body's,
By it made, by it possessed,
Then would I be capable
Of self without permission?
Would you? But you know you're not,
Quite, as I knew I wasn't,

Quite, because we are not whole
In any body, although
We fly, attached and tattered
Like military pennants
From one besieged battlement
About to fall at a time.
We were the wind that ripped us.

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