The Liquid Inside Us

Personal Reflection 1 Minute

Body Memory

photos / the pottery of our age / their grainy sediment / clotting untracked tears / we hold ourselves in 

back then I was lean, brown / wearing my skin like a shuckable raincoat / never knowing that the colours glowed 

some days image is everything / desiccated fashion labels pinned on fabric / proud and savage / I shrink from this grim cup full of fluffy / and my riddled legs - their blue vermicelli rivers / evidence of real blood

when I die / any liquid will evaporate / leaving flat pixelated blue prints / stippled and empty for archaeologists to find

and so I write / my liquids strung and glistening / a poet’s totem necklace

Written for Miz Quickly Jan 13 Body Memory

Published by abigfatcanofworms

We all walk in the dark. But if we hold hands, perhaps the dark won't be as scary.

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13 thoughts on “The Liquid Inside Us”

      1. I remember when I was small, my dad had some wellies. Coming home from his alottment one day, the wellies were muddy and I offered to clean them for him. The sole had a distinctive pattern and out popped this perfect chevron of caked mud. Thinking “how cool will this be in a few million years?” I kept that chevron for ages, thinking it would fossilise.

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