Kneed (A Family Recipe)

Kneed (A Family Recipe)

Body: A pendulum. Hung to a hook no closer to the earth to find solid footing.

Dough: A secondary flesh, soft and humble takes a breath.

Body: Worn and frayed stuck between the hollow framework, still weaning.

Dough: Grain and water, I will self-sustain, you only a catalyst of a cradle.

Body: I tend to the mass of muscle that separates my own.

Dough: Growing, raising, SNAG.

Body: Enveloped. Each motion a burden, a tumorous womb- like I bear.

Dough: Hold me, sustain me, only me.

Body: “Hopeless”, “unequipped”, “unprepared” and knowingly naive.

Dough: Stagnant and grasping at the strings, desperate and estranged.

Body: As time’s relentless contracted waves, my vigor decayed.

Dough: The promise of sustenance, a tender embrace, to mend this vessel, to find a space.

Body: A limp body sways.

Dough: Clinging.