Every Body Is a Ghost of Bodies

Do you write with your body
In tow or beside you or
Does your body write with you?

It seems, the more the body
Gets reclaimed and praised, the more
It becomes separated,

But separated from what?
Strange way to be monistic,
To keep dragging out body

As a possession of voice—
A body as your body
Has already been distanced,

Another object, if not
Already disembodied.
Well, something to talk about,

The body, ah, the body.
The body of work remains
What bodies said together.

The work of the body keeps
Being living, colony
Of small lives, all embodied.