"The degree of civilization in a society can be judged by entering its prisons." Dostoevsky
when i initially checked in with my body, i got only a dial tone. faint, at best.
in fact, i wasn't sure it was there. if there was a there there. there was no
modulation, no thing to see, necessarily. dear knee cap, how are you
today? I might ask. In reply.
Dear other knee cap, how are you?
Dear entire torso, how are you?
Dear any part of my body, say something, please! Let me know you are there.
And then when I thought about her, my stomach
bent. faintly. if there can be a faint bending, it found a way.
and when i asked "stomach how are you?" nothing.
And then I thought when I thought about her, my stomach
bent, again faintly. And when I went to check in
it acted as if it were the child in the back
of class who threw the paper airplane.
that is when i knew that I had to take this path.
