If they chop open my body…
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If they chop open my body, a puddle of tears will gush from my heart. Blue, salt-laden, rich with the nectar of heartache, longing, love, wisdom, sorrow, ache, ache, ache…
If they chop open my body, I will be free from some things but beholden to the earth even more, as blood gushes into soil, rivers towards the plants I love.
If they chop open my body, I will dance freer than ever, carried away on the wind with my friends the ravens.
If they chop open my body, I will sing the starsong I always aimed for but was always constrained by my earth-storied body, the well-grooved pathways of what I’ve known and heard.
If they chop open my body, they will find me grateful. For a life of surrender has let me here, the one thing I’ve always longed for.
If they chop open my body, I might sing, cry, laugh, dance, or crumble into dust. And that’s alright too. One day my body will discover its origins. Why not start now? Come for it. Come for me. I’m not here anyway, and what remains always belonged to everything.
Title/first line from a Wild Writing prompt from Laurie Wagner
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Written in the southern New Mexico desert
