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This Body

I’ve lived within this body,
this frailing thing,
for over sixty years.
I think now that I  know its ways
and all it holds inside itself;
the stories of its wants, its faults,
fragilities and strengths.

It has become
a narrative that is
utterly predictable,
a book I’ve memorized.
 
It cannot, even when it’s bold,
bring fire or a surprise to me.
 
We are now  like settled friends.
But then, but then
on some incertain winter’s night
that’s yet to come, or other day
that’s close, I know
it will, it will,
betray the little that I am,
grow thin, grow pale,
and so, against my will,
take on the architecture of a ghost.
Written by Baldwin
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