Anna Marie Mitchel "Embodiment"

look!

unflesh me from this humble origin story

sweep my cracked exoskeleton across the floor

 

i have no need of it.

 

let it collect dirt and dust

let it heap with grime

let it become unrecognizable

 

i want to be more

 

than this body

than this abrahamic sense of self

than my parents failed relationship

 

than this heartburn

burning its way up my throat

to a whimper

 

let me conjure up

an open-eyed

awareness

 

let me grip tight with tendons flexed

to the point of breaking

apart

 

until i hold within my grasp

something real beyond

any visceral meaning

 

let it please be mine,

and mine,

and mine.

 

then when i creak out of bed in the morning

exoskeleton heaped with dirt and dust

let me know what it is to be

fully embodied.

 

Hannah Schneider