my sister came back from the mountains
she seemed more fit
for what I don't exactly know
we were lying awake before sleep
she told me its easier to die out there
without mirrors its easier to see yourself
without showing others
you are shown
listening to her voice that people often mistake for mine
in the dark of our borrowed bedroom
i noticed her

evocative of today's weather

This is what I come up with
after all that
this is what I come up with?

Energies of the body that paint through me like phantoms
today I will decorate my face
to commemorate life
I would like to think my intentions sound
or at least in accord with benevolence
I'll take that rather than the knitting I do
to stave off longing
I embodies longing
I noticed once from some elevated perspective

I noticed once from some elevated perspective
what the physical world is
or was to me in that moment of observation
in the living room surrounded by things
raised surfaces, cushions, rugs,
film
All that is yielded from discomfort
and the pretension of ease

it must hurt so much to be human
with whetted thoughts
I am constantly cutting me off

Bodysong Part I

The sounds of my ovaries.

http://asianclassicalmp3.org/Udom_Silapin--Northern_Thai_Funeral_Music--Lao_Nok.mp3