Originally posted on Speaking Voiceless:
Certain words hit me in funny ways
and I repeat them over and over,
silently moving my lips
and feeling my tongue push against my teeth.
I get stuck on L’s, sometimes.
Other times it’s the hard C sound that gets me:
Cloaca (another L).
I think sometimes
it’s the ownership I get,
that by constant repetition they become mine,
or my mouth or my vocal chords
become more mine
by this constant, conscious usage.
Ownership of body is hard to find
when wearing a dress to
any time of day
skirt of any length
sleeves or not,
bare legs or in tights
and there’s something about just looking nice that means
too solicitous door-holding
free drinks when I don’t want them
hands on my shoulder, my cheek, my thigh, my knee (if seated)
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