Day Twenty Three.

23 Apr

Mourning Becomes the Body Electric.

I move from grief to giddy
like a shadow,
passing between the thresholds
of two vastly different worlds.
keep moving me and keep wounding me,
for I’d rather feel everything than nothing at all.


2 Responses to “Day Twenty Three.”

  1. Shawn Bird April 23, 2013 at 5:33 pm #

    Now you’ve got me humming! ♫ I sing the Body Elecccctttttric… ♫

    • Monday Girl April 23, 2013 at 6:27 pm #

      Hahaha! One of my favorite, favorite songs to sing around the house! Hum away!

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