after Lorde Your body is not my pommel horse nor my Olympic pool or diving board. Your body is not my personal Internet channel nor my timeline, nor my warm Apollo spotlight. Your body is not my award gala. Your body is not my game— preseason or playoffs. Your body is not my political party convention. Your body is not my frontline or my war’s theatre. Your body is not my time trial. Your body is not my entrance exam or naturalization interview. I am a citizen of this skin—that alone—and yours is not to be passed nor won. What is done— when we let our bodies sharpen the graphite of each other’s bodies —is not my test, not my solo show. One day I’ll learn. I’ll prove I know how to lie with you without anticipating the scorecards of your eyes, how I might merely abide—we two unseated, equidistant from the wings in a beating black box, all stage. Copyright © 2015 by Kyle Dargan. Used with permission of the author. |
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