Body Mine 2
My cells congregate
I am without knowing who I am
Without needing to know
I fill in the blanks
Mark the angles, lighten the dark and
darken the light. Make it more interesting
Or less. My lungs breathe
I don’t breathe them.
My fingers weave the me; the new me, the old me
They don’t care, aren’t involved, can’t see.
I am who I am without knowing who I am.
The body is still mine.