My Body and My Friends

 

I have an alienating aura.

My friends live within me. So many of them.

In every moment, one of them dies.

And we forget them.

In every moment, we make a new friend.

In the transition, another one has died.

My body is a graveyard

It is also a maternity ward of a government hospital.

My body is a Hospital

But it is also a Hospice.

My only friend who lives outside my body is a city

By the river-

700 kilometers away.

He speaks in a different tongue

But he is the only one who listens to my stories.

And I listen to him.

We are friends because our bodies resonate.

Within us-

People die and People try!