My Body Is Like A Home

Alice Burdick
“Body house”

[after extending an analogy between ears and eyes as windows and mouth as door, this ends the poem]

Her body is a house,
and she’s home
for now.

And with the end of the poem she is gone, for now.

And so for day 2477

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1 Response to My Body Is Like A Home

  1. A friend asked why “like” in the title to this entry.

    Because the body is also like a rocket ship flying to the stars….

    The body is also a strange apparatus fit for exploring… itself and the world.

    Not too enamoured of the “X is home” equation — something gets excluded…

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