Moving My Body

Four pieces of rusty pipe in a pile against a dark wall and on concrete, which is covered in a smattering of broken glass.

I am called back to this place with pipes and broken glass like I am called back to you.

Differing reasons, similar feelings.

Being with you makes me want to go outside.
I look for any reason to head out the door now–

Whatever excuse I can find to move my body,
To keep moving my body,
To keep moving my body.

I move close to you.
I move under you.
I move with you.

Pipes and broken glass in alleys. Warmth and running out of the house at night–
All of these reminders that I am alive.

Published by Sage Pantony

Sage Pantony is a writer, poet, and zinester. They write about gender, sexuality, mental health, trauma, creativity, and the best ways to cook eggs. They are the author of several zines, including a trilogy about transitioning as a non-binary person. Sage’s work has appeared in publications such as Coven Poetry, Idle Ink, and The Varsity. They currently reside in Tiohtià:ke/Montréal with their pet dinosaur, Peter.

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