Saturday, February 14, 2009

My body 
bears witness 
to the disease
that has moved through me
has left me
with salt water in my chest
tattooed symmetry
and short, curly hair

the ovaries of a grandmother
sleeping peacefully
in this 30 year old
embodiment of transcendence

this disease has left me 
cracked open
expansive
breathing deeply 
each morning
at the colors of the sunrise
and the shape of the clouds