Heather Swan
History

your body is a smooth body
 
your body is a desert drilled for petroleum
 
your body is a trout stream drying
 
your body is a splinter pulled from the tree
 
your body is a ferris wheel at the carnival spinning
 
you may not recognize this body
 
you did not remain silent, but still
 
your body is a jet plane carrying other bodies
 
your body is spent jet fuel
 
you may not understand the words
 
your body is an old story, your body is a tweet
 
your body is an orchard, a tendril, a ripened plum falling
 
your body is a wound
 
you may not remember the blades or the blasts
 
your body is an astral body, a celestial body
 
a body barely understood as body
 
but it is the only body you have
 
and it holds your honeyed secrets and it holds your lead
 
body of air, body of atoms, body of light