body talk: body party #2

 by kopano maroga

here’s the thing about bodies

they always remember

like wine in the carpet

nothing ever leaves

before it is our time

we have been buried many times over

sometimes i use mine like a noose

sometimes a bridge

sometimes i don’t know whether i am coming or going

sometimes i use mine to touch things that are no longer here

sometimes they were never here

sometimes i am afraid of the way

it knows how it likes to be touched

how it likes to be moved

as though it is a sentience outside of myself

the subject: i

and my consciousness the object: it

observing its machinations

like some crazed surgeon

marking it’s traumas and pleasures with frankensteinian intent

my body

the mausoleum of history

layer upon layer

of animated scar tissue