i have to say something if i want to sing
but it's not about the words
it's my voice rising
to a place far from me
that my fingers can't reach
& my legs are so tired from all this standing
standing still
all of my dreams are memories
that i can't place to a time or a face
but my body knows
of the ribbons & hose
that i once was tied in
in my mother's skin
before & again
before & again
before & again
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