the body idea by Bree North

the body idea Bree North I know i am not my bodyBut if i wereI would remember just long enoughFor memory to mean imprintsI would be curious as corneasWhiten with fear like folliclesWired up from the insideDisease could be free to teach meLike feldspar fragments or meteorologyAccording to some holy mathAnd I wouldn’t even wonder about itI would be water and dirtThat’s it.Every hand would be the sameThe same like elastic on my joggersPlastic comb fingersGod, how i would harden up when starvedAnd soften when i am fedMore from Bree North ↓@zenmischief on Instagram