allegro

Verbal upchuck of the day:

There is a piece
Alone, contented
Aware, relaxed
Touched, grounded
And then there's the way I live
And then there's the breath in me
And there's the stories of space to fill
The distance between the head
and the body I'm sure is mine somehow
I may even remember living in it
I did once
So I slowly tap my fingers to each other
I let myself feel the new bruise on my thigh
I seek the parts that aren't quick buttons to the brain
No breasts, no back of the neck
There are knees and feet, eyes and ribs
And children's songs to connect them all
So slowly,
the arms can be my arms
and the history of the ankles can be felt in my bones
I don't feel bloated, I am bloated
And this tiny tinge of heartbreak,
my little chrysalis,
can finally grow up
and fly away.

EDIT: By me, in the twenty minutes before posting (with 10 minutes editing time)