In poetry, there are no rules for writing and questions don’t have to be answered.
I am very into what the body has to say. It communicates just as clearly as a stop sign if you let it. I was in the shower once and as I was shaving I thought, “my violin of an armpit”. It made me laugh to myself.
How do you see your not so celebrated parts? How do you celebrate what is taboo about your body? What does that even mean?
I don’t want to be a dry soul. It’s one of the things that drive me to be more honest, more TLA-transformative, more gravitas… and then Thorn comes and we laugh at how I can take it all too seriously. And then he lets me cry. And then he tells a pun, and we start the cycle again. A Word With You Press lets me be me, and I’m the better for it.