Litany of Joy
Poetry
I number how joy comes out of the body:
- wetly and staining in knotted handfuls;
- on the breath, from the deeps in irrhythmic booms,
- or startling in eddying fireworks;
- leaping from the lips in song, or
- to embrace the joy of another;
- out of the eyes, shining slyness, or
- hot overflows of damning truth;
- from the gums, slowly, in an itching eruption;
- gathering its essence in slow circles of the tongue before launching itself, dry, to be wrapped in another;
- excavated from a back surface (your skull, ton cul) and presented to you by surprise;
- expressed from the nipple by manual and oral stimulus;
- snipped from the tips, or
- clipped from the scalp, or
- clipped from the ends of your digits;
- shed in all corners like fairy dust.