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A Body From My Own Country   2 comments

my body has become a compatriot of mine

I am slim from love of it and cinnamon rolls

body and mind ache in ways known only to us

ache for past places and dead people

but are soothed by tiny leaves caught in the gutter

and a dog’s breath on our pant leg


my compatriot’s full on coupling

with my mind makes me marvel

at our conjoined responses

until we aren’t sure if the mind

stubs itself on sharp corners

and the body ponders ideas

or if it matters


as memory enters body and mind

both remember the joy of falling

the sorrow of endings


this day we have a new love

we allow the risk of the fall again

ignore old pains    past languages

press our skin against another

with fresh words never heard before



                                                Mary Strong Jackson



Posted March 24, 2017 by strongjacksonpoet54 in Uncategorized

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