When writing I always start
with the skeleton and
muscle.
Usually this will suffice in
the essays, the reports,
the columns, reviews, etc.
on anything but the narrative
so it seems.
Bones and muscle with
the stray tendon does not
suffice here.
Instead I must continue to craft
beyond to the smoothing out of
joints and tapping the knee to
make sure it has the proper reflex.
Then I go to the nervous system
and here I must be delicate
with the finer details as
it is the most complex, always
in need of revision and I get
most of it but never perfect I
usually stop the nerve endings
before I get to the toes and
leave them alone, unfixed
and while most observers skimp
over this detail without a care
or notice I must devour my time
to thinking about these toes
with no feeling.
Nevertheless I move on
to the layers of flesh,
the final bodily edits
where I must make the little
details neat, add each hair
and each scar
and each freckle.
Then I am complete.
My body is finished.
Imperfect.
A reflection.
My little narrative.
About the Creator
Ella
I wish I liked coffee.
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