find me by the window following my past to that trail of blood in the snow the day that i opened my veins. the doctor who stitched me up asked me if i did it for attention - for the record, if you have ever done anything for attention; this poem is attention. title it with your name, and we’ll scour the city rich every time you stand staring at the river. it never wants to find your body doing anything but loving what it loves. love what you love. say this is my body, it is no one’s but mine.
Andrea Gibson (I Sing the Body Electric, Especially When My Power’s Out)