in the world where men can be
machine gun bodies, trigger-ready hands
tripping on no safety, peace itself inverted,
my body is often hostage situation,
my body is often sentence without punctuation,
my body is often shrinking into my clothes,
my body is often eraser turned inward, trying
so hard to undo the parts of me that are soft.
in the world of a moving metro where men
can be flammable, ruinous, immovable,
may my body be a fire extinguisher.
may my body be a shield for my friends,
may my body be freezing cold, forest fire,
the entire universe collapsing on purpose,
may my body be a sharp weapon wielded
without handle, glass shard,
may my body be immovable too.
