Three Soliloquies: the Body

Photo: Crawford Pond, Maine

I sense this body 
From within itself.
It is me, 
And I am it; 
We are together, inseparable
—At least within this lifetime. 

We’re in love— 
But it is a jealous lover: 
It wishes only for itself, 
And often forgets me 
In its rush to satisfaction. 
It’s ever a child, 
Impulsive, 
Knowing and requiring the immediate 
Better t…