there’s a plethora of ways to give nouns to certain parts of the body – like dipping each part in gasoline and letting what’s begotten after it’s struck with fire take it through a naming rite.  or drowning its entirety in a mass – endless, blue and watch each drop absorb and carry its weight, who says there are only so much names you can adorn a body with? i listen to each note birthed by this body; the falls, the rise, the art these two can make when knitted together. there’s a reflection each of my parts see in the other – chaos,  peace, in pieces.  i listen to them as if to wait for a whisper that’ll say: you are what’s in between life & nothingness.  this is where i trace the track of my tears,          this is where i dissect my fears.