My Body, a Manifesto

My body is my home.

My body, in the mirror, is not my real body.

My body needs me.

My body remembers.

My body talks to other bodies.

My body talks to me.

My body moves constantly.

My body is never still, will never be still, even after I leave my body, my body will keep moving, deconstruct into dust, move through dirt, reassemble into other matter, take on a different name.