“To the Lies That Become Us” by Jewel Mathieson

This body is for asking
This body is for asking those questions
that do not live in the mind
These questions have a life of their own
or death

Burial grounds in the heart my friend
A shovel and a map
Dig anywhere
The treasure is everywhere

This body is the answer
This body is for emptying
This body is for emptying into ether
for opening into psyche-scapes only tip toed around
This body is for seducing
This body is for seducing self and god-given truths
back into matter
This body is to hold
This body is to hold, to house the sacred city of the soul

Light up. Light up these cells
Sadness has come to open all the windows
to open all the doors

These things happen
These things happen when you make your bones your home
When each footprint becomes an altar left
for the next dancer’s self sacrifice