i am reading Simone Forti's Handbook in Motion, which is a beautiful mix of poetry and autobiographic dance-ography.
this is a poem (well, a song) she wrote in high school that i find really simple and quite profound at the same time:
Talk about God and talk about soul
I'm going to tell you
'bout an empty bowl
It's empty.
It's hugging around a lot of air
And all that air was never there
It's empty.
And that there bowl it aint there too
It's never been there and neither have you
It's empty.
And while I'm here I'll say hello
And why I do I'll never know
I'm empty.
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