Body

I’m going to start with my lips

Because they always say the wrong thing.

Then my hands

That always grip too tightly to the past.

My wretched feet

That stop me from taking a new path.

And my weak spine

For not allowing me to stand on my own.

Even my veins

That spill blood too easily.

And, finally, my heart,

That leaves me expecting

And wanting

More than I’ll ever get.

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