The Chaos of a Body
Location
I want to tell myself that it makes more sense than it does:
A change in motion falling from lips like shifting oxygen
inside of lungs that have finally stopped growing my voice
is a splintering collection of fading histories and triumphs
of subtlety wrapped around something brittle
It’s the way I sit taller in classes and use my voice to unravel
the ideas that I have let sit tightly up in my head for so long
this confidence is a place of softness, an acceptance of myself
not only as a person but as a voice
I am the space, the growth of a thousand conversations
converging into storms that become my name I am finally taking
care of myself and seeing the world for what it is I have held
myself together with notions of horror my voice is more important
now then ever
I think of myself, I am myself, this year I have changed because I
have started asking questions I am the foundation of all changes
landscapes knows their place in me and I am soothed by the fact that
I finally know myself, that this year has taken its bite out of me
but left me to fill my skin with constellations because I am the
rush, the stability drenched in chaos that rises up to spew out of my
mouth and consume me brightly