I don’t walk around in euphoric affection-
I know I love my body because I love to know
my body.

Why it’s dry and when it bleeds, and if the seizures are going to stop,
what it likes to regulate towards.

My body knows what it’s doing; It has desires and needs.
I’ve faith in its imploring eyes, and it trusts me to oblige.

This is what I love most:

Yelling YES and throwing whatever confetti it has asked for;
My smile is free with my hands in the air.

I sing my body’s quirks,
how it swings, and I ride its wave;

It leads me in the dance I’ve memorized.