I like the shape of my water bottle after a run —crumpled in the corners where my grip was, like I was holding on for life, or something.
I like the shape of my water bottle after a run —a little lopsided, it stands differently now, and makes me think of what it’s like to be in my body with a nervous system bent the shape of past harm.
(Sometimes I feel so in-my-body
that I can sense it correcting itself…
Like conscious proprioception
between my bad knee and my good mind.)
I like the shape of my water bottle after a run —a little bent like me, bent but thriving; brilliantly realigning
I need to start running
Do it! You’ll feel so good after 😁
I promise I will, I must! My fat pants don’t fit
🖤🖤🖤