Katie Schmid
GIRLBODY
a body walks in the pink light
dusk before a storm
a truck circles the block
past the body
then circles, again, the body
if the body moves
the truck continues its orbit
if the body does not move
the truck orbits
the truck shimmers
in and out of obscurity
the body holds more matter
is visible
and thus less clean
to say one gives no fucks
betrays the deeply held fuck
the body must give
the body’s fucks coiled
tightly as snakes inside
the den
coiled
as organs everyone
craves to play
it’s complicated in there
but barely visible to the naked
eye
the body tends to its fucks
tender
the body mothers itself
licks itself into health
can the body exist
without the fucks
or will the body
fuckless
wink out into a black hole
too big to contain anything of worth
and therefore endeavoring to contain
every fucking thing