Skin is the universal language. It will speak the same to everyone. When i was walking through these coastal headlands and the sun shined on my arms and the air moved against me, I knew this is how your arms would have felt if you were here in this light and temperature.
That's how it is spoken. Every hand knows the hammer. Every side knows the blade. This part of the story tells itself.
Some bodies will learna dialect--the numb arm, the phantom limb--pins pusehd agaimst the skin? Can you feel this? this? this?
--from Visit Me in California, Cooley Windsor 2008