Nothing Is a Body
1 min read![An illustration of a man standing in the ocean with a young boy on his shoulders. The sand is glimmering, catching the light.](https://www.culturefanaticse.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/05/original-135.jpg)
For my birth father
I wish I had the dust of you, a grave
to visit. I’m running on your sea legs right now,
tired of the little bits—not even leftovers.
I’m a tourist in your life and I wonder:
Does your heart have its own body?
This sentence is not a body.
Nothing.
Nothing is a body
until there are arms around it.