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I am the spine in a body called Stephanie

I am the blood that beats her 4 chambers of heart 

and that one lonely hallway 

I am the untrellised veins  

how they spider and fill her frame  

I am skin

each pimple and pock

each pore and sensation moves through me

I am the breath in her lungs (of course I am) 

but so, too am I the wonder of each finger and all ten of her toes;

how a body can make a digit soft with its beds full of nail

I am the waters of her womb: 

where her babies turned their first somersaults 

and all her most important ideas begin 

I am that great muscle of tongue 

that lives inside and outside 

but it is she who speaks flowers with the silence, 

who passes love notes across the tree buds   

what a verity we are; a tenacious tandem wandering

our existence the recognition of a lifetime 

about this poem

*This title has been borrowed from the poem “The Delight Song of Tsoai-talee” I encourage you to read and or listen to it, even if you’ve already heard it once or twice before ~ xo