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Of My Body

Some of my ghosts are still
travelling the rooms
of my body
writing over the bones
maybe curses
maybe prayers
maybe questions
like will you accept
that you are beautiful
without destroying us?

Sun, Sep 18, 2016 | Model info | Footnotes
I've known Sarah since she was born. Some years ago, not too many, I remember watching her body turn into a skeleton. To remind her as much as I can how lovely her body is without starving herself, I keep writing these poems on her. One of the ways her beauty takes interior depth is in the form of music. She plays piano and sings with more vigor, nerve, and natural grace with every passing moment. Perhaps it's only a matter of time before she finds the groove in her musical life that brings her into the shiny lights.

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