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26 April 2011 @ 09:20 pm
from Cages

And sometimes my body disgusts me.
Filling and emptying it disgusts me.
And when I feel that way

I treat it like a goose with its legs
tied together, stuffing it
until the liver is fat enough
to make a tin of paté.
Then I have to agree that the body
is a cloud before the soul's eye.

This long struggle to be at home
in the body, this difficult friendship.

Jane Kenyon
i wasn't born with enough middle fingersfrailing on April 27th, 2011 03:03 am (UTC)
Love this. Plus, I learned something about paté. Heh.