Em(   )ment

 

The body is a temple / old house / balloon

visions of self/future/health always getting stuck in the attic / helium / throat 

And the spirits / cobwebs / voices won’t let them sink down any lower

 

The body never arrives / dies /  lives because it is already here / dead / invisible  

With toes / talons / notions  gripping the present / past / future 

While your lightheaded skull  is still stuck in yesterday / age 13 / age 16 / age 2

When you first found out about death / love /sex  and that it leaves bodies behind 

And were terrified / curious / surprised enough to call the front desk

And request early / late check out

 

Decapitation and dissociation are the same

If you never know a body, you will never have to miss it / feel it / name it 

 

But you can still spend a whole afternoon thinking about the backs of your knees /appendix/ tonsils / spare parts

You can think of them without ever knowing them 

Thinking and  Knowing are not the same  

 

A body can be reclaimed / reborn / renamed 

You can crawl into your own / someone else’s skin 

Feel your fingers / hands / palms spread cool gel across your  / their shins

Placing arnica / ice / kisses over the resulting bruises 

The skin 

That is just one continuous organ / map / chamber folding over to meet its own parts