Breakfast
Boyfriend is making me eggs ^_^ I’m a lucky panda.
Boyfriend is making me eggs ^_^ I’m a lucky panda.
You stand kicking at your shadow
Staring at the river
It does not want to find your body
Doing anything but loving what it loves
So love what you love
Say this is my body
It is no ones but mine
This is my nervous system
My wanting blood
My half tamed addictions
My tongue, tied up like a ball of Christmas lights
If you put a star on the top of my tree,
Make sure it’s a star that fell
Make sure it hit bottom like a tambourine
Cuz all these words are stories
For the staircase to the top of my lungs
Where I sing what hurts
And the echo comes back
Bless your heart
Bless your body
” —Andrea Gibson, “I Sing the Body Electric”