• Galen Warden

Your Body Speaks

Your urine is my urine now.

Odor that no longer offends

Becomes my odor. We are one.

Your holy shit is my sacred duty

Evidence of the food I prepare with devotion

Feed to you with care.

Your body, foreign since childhood

Now familiar. Bones speak to me

Through thin muscles,

“Help!”

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