Body is the word i remember. Body signifies the initiation of death. i have heard of a belief in which the death of a person is a process- first, her physical death and later, with the death of the last person who knew her. the memory must also die and then death is complete. this is stillness.
there is a body we inhabit, be it prison or paradise, under laws of origin, genetics, growth, disease, abuse.
there are the bodies we touch. and the ones we don't.
there is frailty, anomaly, corpse.
( the body stripped and bound to tubes and monitors, encircled by white coats muttering cavalierly, fumbling around this perverted ritual of death. a body to bathe and heave into a white bag carefully concealed by white linen.
plasticized Chinese bodies. stretched and distorted. or carefully arranged, a lady with a handbag and high heels, whose abdomen just happens to be gaping open. )
there is an end to bodies. crushed, eaten, burned, rotting into dirt. even ice melts one day.
And there is the abstract body of alicia. beginning as the same sparks and cells as me. ending as an ashy residue thrown into the lake.
