November
by cin salach
Spell for the Undoing of Prayers
Let go the hands that fold me, let go the tongue that tells me
the trees the creek, they know, they will speak me now
Let go the house that holds me, let go the family that calls me
the moon the sun, they know, they will hear me now
Let go the name that follows me, let go the voice that carries me
the ocean the stones, they know, they will sing me now
Let go the sex that begins me, let go the veil that becomes me
the ground the breeze, they know, they will reveal me now
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I leave my signs of leaving spread neatly across the floor announcing
I’m leaving
to architect my own body
in the smooth ache of arch and bridge the red belly of fly and seed green of water
gold of wind stillness of pine and stone crawl of light.
I’m leaving
to hear my own body answer:
she is a wave, all the rest is negotiable.
cin salach has been performing and publishing in Chicago and around for over 20 years. She is both baffled by and grateful for online submissions of poetry. Actually, she is baffled and grateful by/for most things.
qarrtsiluni 
I didn’t think this would all go together that well, but on hearing it the two parts flowed just right. I’m leaving….those are such interesting words to think about.
Oh, this is wonderful. I love the prayer, and I love the slantwise way it hits the rest of the poem.