Imagine a flipbook that has one page for each day of your life. Each page has an image taken of your body at rest in the same posture. The image is like a futuristic holographic x-ray that shows the lines of force through all of your bones clearly, blurring into the lines of fascia. Imagine what yours would look like so far.

I want to be reborn every day of my life.

I want to feel everything old as new each day, seeing it deeper,

Feeling it more acutely.

What a painful path. Did not expect that. Should have.

Every day I can feel my body a little more deeply,

I can instinctually understand the preverbal kinetic reasoning

better each day. I can feel the attitudes housed in the subtleties

of the way my eyes scrunch together slightly, memories of holding them in place

so as not to betray any clues of what might be going on inside me

emotionally

to those scary, unpredictable human animals out there, loudly proclaiming

all sorts of nonsense since all my nonsense is the right nonsense for me

at the moment, at least. Maybe. I can feel my lips closed tight, the place they go

when I don’t want to offend anyone with my unpredictable mouth.

I like to talk.

I don’t know much, but rarely feel that way.

How ’bout you?