To be alive to sound off
because you feel the rain and your tears are hot
spasms of laughter wring you out
leave you limp a most pleasant purge.
The body is a palimpsest
personal history written again and again upon your skin
old hurts ghostly script lambent just beneath the surface
like a blushing corpse in shallow water.
Some spirit reanimates us
perched in a tree watching the sunset eating a banana
the body wants to remember the mind to forget
the pain is proof of life.
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