Embodied
I love the way my voice cracks like asphalt on the city streets like a broken plate glued back
together with gold
When my voice cracks I laugh and I love it more than I ever have
I used to hide my laugh and tailor it but I pull that thread and laugh with my whole chest
No my whole body that I can now feel so close with each needle in my skin
I love my voice most as it grows hoarse from shouting in those cracked streets
That was the first time I really heard my voice coming from my body
No my soul