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I Do Not Hang On To Bodies
She’s dead they said! She I thought. Who is she? I stared straight down at a frumpy old thing. On the bed, a lump, so dead. Was that me? I asked my spirit guide. My guide laughed; he always loves it That it takes me a while to recognize my flesh body Between life times. Let’s go figure it out, he suggested. We watched a video; my entire life as a woman. As a she; I was still trying to get over it actually. I was a mother and a grandmother? What was that like? You don’t remember? He asked me. He is amazed at my lack of long-term memory. My short term memory is not that great either. I do not hang on to bodies with much admiration or reverence. We sat around watching other people’s movies. These are your possibilities he told me. Parent possibilities. It was all coming back to me now. I do not want to be a girl! I told him sternly. He laughed. Impregnating me as a boy, but the egg split. So I came back around as a twin. I was damned mad when I saw that the other twin was a boy. And here I was a girl again. Some idiot doctor slapped my butt, and I could not stop bawling!
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