ContainmentA Poem by Lisa Williams
I don’t need to personalize my body to feel like it’s mine, she says and Then you’re lucky, I respond. I wish I’d been dunked in beans as a child, hard uncooked beans, so that I could feel my edges, my borders, the places beyond which I am no more. Maybe then I would feel easier about being contained in so odd a space. Maybe then I’d be able to recognize myself in smooth surfaces, to understand that I am not in everything and everyone and nothing at all, that I, like everything else, end. © 2011 Lisa Williams |
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Added on September 23, 2011 Last Updated on September 23, 2011 Author
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