It’s strange, I think now, how even what the mind forgets, the body remembers. How the body remembers apart from the mind: the way of standing-beside or lying-under or sitting-above or rising-from. The body remembers the positions: its position in relation to other bodies. The raised shoulders, the lowered voice. How every muscle, even the tongue, can go stiff. Or shudder. How after the other is gone, the body continues on: beside, under, above, from. The shadow, the ghost, the grace. Habitus: second nature, a memory so deep the body will always remember.
lacy m johnson
phantom limb
