This is all of me, knees bent tucked up in the corner of the couch under a blanket. There not much to it. Just some blood and bones that I’ve hauled around here and there beneath that mysterious, unknowable web of brainy goo. The jelly in my eyes. The fluid in my ears. These same old teeth. Entering courtrooms and cars and jails. Flying to Japan and back. Walking the same streets. Changing in ways that I can’t control and don’t like.
Body, how do I get you to feel more like a friend or a partner? We’re stuck with each other. I’m grateful, but gratitude is not the same as love.
Teach me how to love you.
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