it's funny how the body knows

my right knee cap hurts from last summer

i drove a friend around - argument with a boyfriend

and then i climbed a hill 

with a guy who would've fared better

had he pushed me off the cliff

burns and scabs all over my skin

it's funny how the body knows

when winter rolled around, 

the cold bit the bone and i limped all the way home

a few winters ago - the same friend

ruined my Italian leather boots

and this winter, told me to learn the language

i should've told her i knew a few

when the soul is forgotten

and only allowed to speak in hushed tones

when the self you've nurtured 

is buried and isn't allowed to grow

when the sun is a dull soul

when it cages what is meant to be freed

it's funny how the body knows

and it will tell you loudly and unapologetically

without fail

always

always.