heavy body...muscles
Muscle's poetry. Carrying heavy burdens.
Undress my outer flesh to reveal fibrous blood orange texture, entwined threads that were once woven to perfection.
I ignore the number of times I arch my body forward, holding an improper posture as I ruck walk the baggage that dead hangs from my shoulders.
Heaving through exaggerated back bends, chest pressing the weights that stack high upon me, crippling under the unbalanced burden.
Elevate me.
Calloused hands slow dance along tender tendons, (come)press where I’m tight + inflexible, ease my discomfort.
let’s talk about it…
Poem #THREE in the ‘heavy body…’ series.
In this poem, I describe what our bodies would say when we carry the weight of someone else’s burdens. Be mindful of the physical + emotional decline that comes when bearing the load that’s not for you to carry.
other reads…
Check out parts ONE + TWO in the series.
Thanks for reading my shit. I love y’all.
peace.
alex b.
These poems hit home, but especially this one. Goddamn. The burden of others in a backbreaking metaphor is KILLER! Stanza two is my favorite, but the more experimental last stanza made me curse the most-- just exceptional!
When i read this i feel like i can hear a voice and a beat. its subtly woven in there.
these are great great pieces of work.
words like tools sculpting a statue of your emotions, gleaming marble solid but also alive and warm and bloody.
If i had to pick my fave so far its still Nerves but they are all powerful.