The Body Laughs, Pens a Poem

my body’s betrayed me
in every way imaginable
it never seems to run out of ideas

it swells puffs up and flakes
cricks sticks and contorts
bleeds as it pleases
it’s creative — I must put up

I do not have a body
I am my body

I read this sentence aloud

my body laughed from the heart
across the lungs kidneys and ovaries
all the way to the colon

it sat down
and penned this poem