The body knows what it knows.
It’s all gut and guile and muscle spasms
Where are you in your body my love?
You are not hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face
So where are you located?
Are you your mind? That organ that possesses
All knowing, knows nothing of itself.
If your mind were scooped out
And sat upright on a stool
Would it be you?
When you are buried in the ground
Do you lie there in your drained battery body?
Trying not to be the first to flinch
Laugh and look around at the game you are playing
Where we all fall down
Are you that heart, simple pump
Filled with blood and metaphors of love
What organ houses the function of you
Your love of peanut butter and jelly
Your propensity for laughing too long
Draw and X on the map of your beautiful body
And let me find you through a series of clues
When I find you I will bury you in my own body
Built for keeping secrets and other individuals
Because my body knows what it knows
You are the sum of your parts
And something more, you are the light
Seeping through the crack in the door
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