What the Body Is
My body is my body
but it is also
car alarm, broken
a warning to someone not there
My body is my body
but it is also
pocket of stones
walking into the water
My body is my body
but it is also
every hair on end
between lightning and thunder
My body is my body
but it is also
the call, the held breath, the wondering:
what will it be, this time?
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Grace Moore is a writer from Washington. She writes fiction, creative nonfiction, and the occasional poem. She also writes articles on travel, mental health, writing, and books. Sometimes she’s funny, or at least that’s what her mom says. Follow her on Instagram @gracieawriter.
