At the dentist

This morning

at the dentist

i was filling out a health questionnaire

and writing the word

goldenseal. 


How lovely to see half of it 

emerge from the pen in a near mirror 

of your handwriting. 

Language moves the body, 

in the body, 

is the body. 


Your writing, 

and dad's, 

lives quietly in my muscles. 



Love you!

© e. e. stanley 11/26/2013