apodyopsis

I am hard-wired for cooperation. A man in orange linen pants with grey curls sells me a paper cone of blueberries and a bag of mixed greens. I comply with orders to maintain equanimity. He fills the bag and smiles. I smile back. I do not speak Spanish, nor does he my language. Our relationship exists purely in gesture and the social context we live in.

Loss of connection is what I pay for my freedom. What does it mean to be polyamorous? I am in love without being in love, though I take one lover at a time into the apex of my heart.

Livsnjutare: one who loves life deeply and lives to its extreme.

I undress my soul for those willing to step into the room and listen with their entire being. Give me your heart, head, and hands. Abandonment is built into the life cycle. I had to learn how to be alone. Cephalopods have three hearts. How many metaphors may I curate with a triad of organs? One for loving, one for lusting, one for grieving. My heart does all three, sometimes all at once! Would it be better if each was distinct? Would it be easier if each had its own room?

Grief - you go over there; I’ll knock when I need you.

Passion - you stay with me; I’m feeling frisky.

Love - keep your windows open.

Valeria in the sky twirls for all to see. Would I hurt more or be more resilient if I had that many hearts? Would my capacity for compassion expand? Justice must overcome carelessness. Through moral philosophy and judgment, inductive reasoning and action.

I am on the ground, watching. I am in the city, feeling. I am in the room where Valeria dances in wide arcs from the sky to the sea, the constellations a tapestry of failures and successes. My plurality does not depend on your acknowledgment. You do not need to be looking for me to multiply. I must break before I bow. Devotion is the act of the Gods and Goddesses. The final strike into the void we call home- evolution relies on the embodiment of sensory experiences. Taste me, touch me, hear me, feel me, watch me.

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