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I no longer know my own body. It houses people I’ve only seen in passing and yet, they have control over its movements, its mechanics. One person controls my voice, deciding on the volume or the words I am able to speak. Another, he… Continue Reading “The Many Selves of Me – A Poem”
I try to think of my body as an orchestra. The musicians are busy warming up and getting ready to play something wonderful. I listen to the musicians warming up all their instruments. The pains and spasms in my body are like music. The… Continue Reading “Body Music – A Poem”