My head, tumbling down
a stair; a crick in the neck,
the world as a rotoscope,
step upon step upon step;
my head, a last minute
addition to a bowling alley;
my teeth, pins waiting to
be put into flesh, and my
tongue waxed and polished;
my body is a body of water,
in the same way a lake is
an ocean in training, and
no matter how much I pee
I do not shrink; my eyes are
the beams of lighthouses
cast out far into the foggy
night, looking for the back
side of passersby ships;
my arms are the trunks
of elephants; my legs,
having walked hundreds
of miles, are somehow
still too unsatisfactory;
the mirror in the bath
is covered in grime and
blood; I do not bear to
look at the intersection
of the two halves of
my body; the curve
of a bell, the warp
of a ruler; like
I’m carrying a
bowling ball
always; it’s like
I cannot avoid
talking about
my body without
calling it my body.
I cannot avoid my body
without.

Freewriting Explanation: Every day, Valen shall use 5 minutes to write completely unprompted and uninterrupted, letting the words lead the way. There is no end purpose to each piece, but rather, the pieces are allowed to develop naturally in their own way. The pieces are then uploaded without edits.