Poem Beginning with a Line by My Son Junuh
Every head should have a body. Every body a soul the size of a jukebox loaded with tunes our bodies know without us. My hips begin to remember the pleasure I was born to my mouth to hum the songs I never knew I didn’t know. My body moving alone among others moving and singing until I am one with the other bodies my soul sings to. Each honkytonk hymn making holy what my head forgot to love.
From Filched (Dos Madres Press, 2017). Copyright © 2017 by James Tolan. Used with the permission of Holly Messitt.