Body Scan

Today I've gone missing.

I'm hiding in my body,

visiting all the hankerings

I never resisted.

A shrewd and small alien,

I furrow along wiry edges

where edible music

escapes like blood. 

I drain sacs of dark secrets,

splay upon the surface

of sentient cells,

pressing for answers.

I lodge in peevish crevices,

consort with membranes

too permeable 

to hold lies.

I surface to a d minor scale of skin

so tenderized by touch,

it no longer

covers dense, irregular issues.

I wrench through follicles

of foregone conclusions,

hear tiny trickles 

of truth broadcast 

on narrow bands

of breath.

I come clean about being

caught dead

in desires etched so deep

they invert.

Pain accompanies me,

points out the bone-on-bone grindage 

 

of missteps,  

shows me deposits of fear

where I've been disparaged

into bits.

Arriving at the place

where fantasies dislodge,

I spring open like laughter,

and settle

into myself.


Kathryn Feigal, 2010

© 2010 by Kathryn Feigal. All rights reserved. 


Unfathomable mind! now beacon, now sea.
Samuel Beckett