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Not to transcend this body, but to reclaim it. To reconnect
our thinking and speaking with the body of this particular
living human individual, a woman. Begin… with the material,
with matter, mma, madre, mutter, moeder, modder, etc.
etc. (Rich, 2001, 65)
Into the forest
We three women
Midwives, witnesses, birthers
Walk talk focus
Enter third space
In a forest grove
Our circle marked by body’s fluid
The ritual
Of flesh blood and words
Begins
In the forest
Small clearing filled with sun
Illuminates a spider’s web woven
Between trees undisturbed
By elements by
the outside world
In the forest grove
I am witnessed held
Eyes with lenses eyes
with heart
Receive me
Ground me
On the forest floor
Naked I
crouch
Sweep my hands
Circular upon the earth
Clearing emptying
I write drawn
from well of bleeding womb
Red pronouns I place upon my body
I - WE - SHE - HE - IT - US
The cup spills
Blood mingles with wood
Her vomit reflex shifts
the words
Upon layers of red stain
I write coloured letters
Who will read this body?
Who will desire to read this body?
In the forest
I write words sense
and nonsense on
Parts of my body difficult
Slow to write
Flesh moves not
firm and flat
I have a large body
Requiring many words
I read I
write speak
softly
Frequent sharpening of drawing tools
Returns wood shavings to the forest
In the forest I read
I am read
I am red red red
Impossible to read all of me
Emerging body writing
Without voice
In the forest reaching
back
Loss touch my
back
How far back do I have to go
To admit cultured
words?
Dis ability deeply
buried
In the forest naked
This dirty scrawled upon body questions
Pencils meant for eyes
Draw attention to eyes my eyes
Draw others to look
In the forest writing
On the surface of my body
Solid form yet
Loose unpredictable surface
Tires me
In the forest complete
Testimony unwound
My body shakes shudders
My hands arms
catch the wind
Bird wings singing
In the forest
We three women sit
in circle
Rub soothing oil on scripted body
Share confusion in sight
In scribed third
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