Send me A New Body

We tried to build a body

We melted for it //

We wept, we collapsed

To create it ;

To become a body.

You know it didn’t come out well

Bones askew, mismatched skins

And too many broken hearts.

It’s 9:54pm

And we can’t sleep

Because you’ll dream and call me Mary,

And I’ll tell you I’m not her

Now it’s 9:58pm

Our body wears nothing but naked silence and see-through thoughts /

You can hear my dreams

Breaking with our many hearts:

You can hear my pen scribbling on paper

You know no one will read it’’

I can hear you clawing quietly under our flesh

Treading lightly over tired muscles

And jumping over bruised intertwined veins

Hoping for an escape,

Looking for a tiny crack

I know this body will break’

Don’t you remember when we were 9

We were young, we had an old body

We met soul to soul

Running to each other, sole by sole

But this old body was spacial

We constructed it from time and memories

As we tripped during races

And fetched water in the rain with metal buckets

We did not have dreams then

Except catching an airplane one day in mid flight

We did not even have names then

You called me girl.

I bought a wedding dress and burned it

You found ‘the one’ and buried her

We were just looking for a new home

We were looking for new bodies.

We are not ready.

Send me a new body.

Published by Yvery Anthony

Yvery Rosemary Anthony is what earthlings call me. I breathe Ghana. Everything is between me and the secrets behind my work.

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