upsi tells it backwards
upsi picks up her voice. my body my pleasure my tool. she words to herself as nina roars.
upsi sweats and upsi bleeds and the wind and the leaves summon-move. it was a whistle not a click, silly upsi. she forgot how to sound her calls which called through space echoing as time.
protect the birthing spaces. upsi cries up. nina sings. upsi sews and stretches and dances and smokes she eat nuts and berries with mal she meditated in the stairwell while mal rose and they woke together they slept together tangled in threadbare blankets and hair and skin and dust and dirt settled around their bodies rose and fell two beats of breath echo beating hearts.
those fools brought the blues to berlin thinking they could use them, use them as their weapon. the blues used the free and forced ride, knowingly. then marched through this city invisible by night stomping to their own bass infiltrating the minds of the peace warriors on all sides of all walls crumble with our fierce swaying hips attached to feets keeping together-strong-peace-dance beat.
blues gift upsidogi deep-belly-courage. upsi is grateful.
and nina sings words she says the bible says she says he said ‘be transformed by the renewing of your mind’ and upsi cries-up into a sunbeam. back and kunt aching she knows-feels as she lives true-upsi-self that she is held, that this upsi form is held in a sinking into balance-concave-convex-receiving-giving-space has always been there ancient trunk slow growth spiraling-transforming her breath into bark each nearly-not-silent exhale and each spoken-shouted-sung exhale demanding to be heard and each and each and each inhale exhale between the first and the last.
upsi cares for her vessel. upsi cares for herself. for the cracks and space between cracks. oil-rub-warm-stretch the pushing-holding-making-parts. takes time. takes feeling-knowing herself. takes respecting her upsi drop and its ripples.
upsi opens her mouth heavy tongue arches its back licks lips bends and lifts and stretches to break the silence the abusers armor dismantled with voices raising together a wave approaches the shoreline breaks solid rock which seemed like unmovable reality crumbles to sand with resilient-willing-courageous bodies apply pressure and energy particles slump and form glass a new way of being is being chosen.