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A review by lifeinpoetry
Knot Body by Eli Tareq El Bechelany-Lynch
5.0
Sometimes my hands turn into claws and the ache stops me from texting. Know then that I still love you. Maybe call me? Maybe wait a little longer? Sometimes I will text you through the pain and I promise that is sacrificial love. I’m not saying it’s right. But is love right or wrong?
(from “[Dear friends, lovers, and in-betweens]”)
I tell you, I need space, but boundaries are hard to press down onto, put into place, spread apart. If I tell you I don’t want to have sex, will you tell me it’s okay? The vampire in me draws you in, but as soon as I have you, I don’t know what to do with you. The only way I know desire is to watch you salivate over me, as I smell the blood moving forcefully through your veins.
(from “[Dear friends, lovers, and in-betweens]”)
when i research trans people and fibromyalgia, or trans people and chronic pain, no matter how many times I look, the answers are few and far between, the google search coming up empty, and I check each day, hoping for different answers, new studies, hoping today is the day new research comes out to corroborate my own theories, but it never does.
& and we are reduced to our hormones, the gender assigned at birth, the female or male of it all & I’m not talking about forgetting biology but the cis-centric story of it all is that women have pain & men don’t, the cis-centric of it all is that women are weak & men are not, the cis-centric of it is old stories we tell ourselves over & over, first through religion & then through science, the new immovable frontier.
am I a reliable source if the ache of my body tells me a story truer than any I’ve read?
(from “[Dear friends, lovers, and in-betweens]”)
I tell you, I need space, but boundaries are hard to press down onto, put into place, spread apart. If I tell you I don’t want to have sex, will you tell me it’s okay? The vampire in me draws you in, but as soon as I have you, I don’t know what to do with you. The only way I know desire is to watch you salivate over me, as I smell the blood moving forcefully through your veins.
(from “[Dear friends, lovers, and in-betweens]”)
when i research trans people and fibromyalgia, or trans people and chronic pain, no matter how many times I look, the answers are few and far between, the google search coming up empty, and I check each day, hoping for different answers, new studies, hoping today is the day new research comes out to corroborate my own theories, but it never does.
& and we are reduced to our hormones, the gender assigned at birth, the female or male of it all & I’m not talking about forgetting biology but the cis-centric story of it all is that women have pain & men don’t, the cis-centric of it all is that women are weak & men are not, the cis-centric of it is old stories we tell ourselves over & over, first through religion & then through science, the new immovable frontier.
am I a reliable source if the ache of my body tells me a story truer than any I’ve read?