How the Body Forgives
Inside the body apologies
for the things it can’t explain.
Nothing is lost here, not even words.
The body remembers what is said for seven years,
spends eight taking things back.
In spring there’s a summer in my heart,
while the body sends its message of
repair and forgive, repair and forgive,
until each cell becomes an act of contrition.
It’s hard to know what hurts most,
the original words or the ones
that have followed every day since.