I don’t fit well in my body, some daysmy body does not contain me, in ways it feels as if my body’s not minelacking in joy and what’s divine Like womb rejecting a coiled foetus, my skin rejects my belonging so I fill myself up beyond fullness, with longing testing the boundaries of expansion I want to love and learnContinue reading “to live in a body of pain”
"May my body be for what it was intended: an expression of Your grace. And what small ways I make with this poetry – what songs and friendships I form, what migrations and ripples I disturb in the world – may they have something of Your signature on them"
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