Feel My Skin
This skin this flesh this collection of limbs
Muscle here fat here hair here
I connect the disconnected
Pull together pieces dissected
Scars healing cuts closing these places
I can feel I am inside
I can feel I am whole
Almost whole
I touch all of me
Like a painter my hands
Stroking the belly the limbs the breasts
My face my hair my lips
And now when you feel me
You feel me all
This place once prison now vehicle of freedom
I am all me
August 2000
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