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thisbody

tanner gore
May 13, 2020
1 min read

Updated: Apr 9, 2021

I say sorry to anybody

or everybody

but mostly I say sorry to thisbody

my body, myself—

the body I abused with hate and neglect

but nobody cares

about any sorry

so instead

I say thank you to thisbody, my body, a cosmic machine —

thank you to the thread of life stretching from thisbody

far back, connecting all bodies;

taut and frayed, and yet unbroken.

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