Meryl Natchez

Lying on the massage table at the mudbaths

after twelve minutes immersed in a tub of hot volcanic mud and twelve minutes in a 
bath of hot mineral water my heart thumps against the padded surface and I 
remember that I exist thanks to this mostly unremarked heart a thermodynamic 
system that chugs along blood in blood out every artery vein tiny capillary breathe in 
leafy oxygen breathe out CO2 and I understand with my hot pumping body that what I 
call self is inextricable from the body here on this table the flannel blanket absorbing 
particles of me as I slowly cool the New Age music bothering my sensibility like a 
persistent gnat the laugh track last night on the episode of Friends the forgotten 
French vocabulary and Pythagorean Theorem the anxieties waiting to swarm when I 
return to my usual state every encounter and memory since my small hot self emerged 
on this planet till the engine finally stops and I cool for good and the cells of me 
transform into earth ash air as my spirit into yours as you read these words