Cento: On the brilliance of the body

White clouds against sky:

you just don’t know yet which parts
of yourself to value.

I like it when I forget about time with its cleaning rag.

Picture your body made public, like the diamond cutters
who are weighed before and after their shift at work.

How free we are; how bound. Put here in love’s name:

I cannot be trusted to return
what I’ve been given.

Like the root of the word happiness, hap, you
have to luck into it.

 

In response to Via Negativa: Sushupti.

Cento is made of lines borrowed from Kim Addonizio, Nicole Sealey, Kaveh Akbar, Tung-Hui Hu

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