P is for POETRY

I have dedicated my body to words

starting with my fingers;

my fingernails and finger bones,

even my finger prints.

After that my wrists

and their tendons, my forearms

and elbows all swore oath.

My shoulders and my neck,

my head, my heart, and even my brain

have all chipped in,

some way or another

and in the same fashion

written all across the body’s care manual,

nothing works together

if something is out of place.