Trauma Hygiene

1 November 2018

On certain days
body conspires against pen
Such is the unpredictability
of shame’s conjugal visits

On these occasions,
Sometimes I think to ask:
Have I told my hands today
how well they have taken to carrying?
Thanked my thighs for walking,
and living to tell the tale?

It is in these moments
that I must pour myself into mirrors
using an inside-smile
The kind of love that
coats the mouth and
warms the throat

To seal the offering
I fill a bath with incantations
Scatter petals for the voyage
and
make sure to soak in
every
last
drop
of courage
it takes
to be
alone,

afloat,

unfinished

When conducting such rituals,
it helps to abandon verse altogether
and instead:
make yourself cum
like you really mean it

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