The body remembers. |
| My memories are weakened by years of dulling herbs, but my body remembers. I got one pinky that's crooked, an indent on my right leg, a white blemish on my foot, and some healed cuts and burns. My right hand has less hairs, my knees hurt when it's to rain, my bones are scratched in places. I remember running up the stairs trying to ring a doorbell just a bit out of reach. I remember spider eyes in the darkness under a bed. I also remember the water coming out of my lungs. Memories, good or bad, at least some remain in or upon this body of mine. What will I do if I ever forget the time that I kissed you? Will my body remember? Or will it just die? |