A Free Written Response to Dominique’s Blueprint for Living inspired by Uk’s Jazz Prompt:
Souls dancing heedlessly, yes, yes!
imagine my body, alive and heedless—
no weight, no mourner’s bench lodged in my throat, splitting time into shards— shards, the word alone catches blood and trembles, makes the voice shake and bleed over the most trivial things, spoken and unspoken knives hollow out rooms and sleep, untranslated, in corners—
Yes, let me arrive at the harmonic oasis,
step out of this s/kin, not forever,
just long enough to rest my flesh and shed, not the wound, but the salt inside, big up the old time dancing girl, vibrate, yeah, & radiate the part that sure woulda been something (if the shine stealers didn’t grow like wanton, un-sanctified seeds in her mind)
But, this body is a tree and the purpose of a tree is to stand, conspiring toward an unconditional tomorrow that either will or won’t come
anyway
“No suffering?” ok… except that which nature demands, because some bodies must break to know the cost of living, to nourish a life is to kill and die for it — this I will suffer gladly
all else I shall release. release. release.