Practicing for the Giveaway
What began when my mother
gave my body to the light.
What I prepare for,
what I walk towards.
What I will be ready for
only in the moment it occurs.
When loss
has urged my clenching,
when disappointment
has dropped its block
down my throat,
the gesture I have been practicing:
the opening of my hand.
A bow, a breath.
Rehearsing
for the great giveaway
of my body
at my death.
©Susa Silvermarie 2022
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