bodily responsibility
my poem for self-love on a cellular level.
bodily responsibility
i am responsible for handwriting
a love letter to each cell
and if i break that promise
if i say “i hate you”
it echoes into flesh
37 trillion times
one for each nucleus
i’ve neglected and
destabilized
could my DNA then
rewrite the instructions
shapeshift energy
could i remember to love
my body down to each ongoing regeneration
i think if i could ask for a
response to my love letters
i’d request each cell
share how they prefer to
hear their name but i’m not
sure if there’s a word in
English to reclaim biohacking yet
and i’m not sure yet if some
want me to whisper or scream
maybe both?
could i craft a pen pal, a lover
out of my own words,
what i speak aloud & write
down becomes the song my body
receives
yearns
needs