The body never lies, she said

 

I know it'll be
fifteen years
since you called
me a wild animal

I confirm that
hasn't changed
in the slightest
bit either

regardless
how a handful
did their worst
trying to bury
that animal
underground

or were simply
afraid of it—

I think about
how you never
denied yourself
anything at all

before you
shuffled from
this mortal
damp coil,

the way we
would mirror
lifespans in
a glimpse

how you would
laugh in some
unapologetic
undertone

reading this
poem knowing
it'd be written
before my own
damned fingers
started to talk,

I get it now—

the way
each bone
was made

unafraid
to touch
an inner
calling.