And now for something completely different.
Music Can Dance if you let it.
“So, tell me about yourself”
doesn’t sound quite right
when the person speaking
is in the middle
of a pelvic exam.
My pelvic exam.
What am I supposed to say to that?
“Well doc, this time last year
you took my uterus
out through my hoo ha
and named it Fergus,
You know more
about me than I do.”
Would you have shot milk
from your nose
if I’d allowed myself to say
what I was thinking
instead of the tired
and rehearsed answer
that I always give
listing titles
Mom, Wife, Daughter,
safe things
and nothing else.
Years of training
Keep me from saying
what I really want.
The contrast between being
physically vulnerable
without knowing the freedom
of emotional vulnerability
does not escape me.
Music can dance if you let it
But it will be another four years
before I have the courage
to let it find me.
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