Do writers have bodies? Do nightmares have souls?

What if the body did not exist?

What if the vessel was disposable?

What if you could write without hands

tongue

feet

eyes

No eyedrops to counteract the hours in front of a screen

No stretching exercise to prevent osteoporosis

What's a writer

if the body does not exist?

Will the writer write more

better

stranger

more rapidly, brutally, sufficiently

If there's anything but dimes in their pocket

dreams in their souls

masquerading as quotes from a reiki healer

a shaman

a master of karate

something so banal and hyperbolic

sometimes all a writer needs is a brain

soulless and lonely

but in the end, you gotta listen to yourself

that's what Elvis said

The fake one, really

But as a body wanes and fades

a soul (were you to believe in one)

a mind

remain intact

able to give and repeat

the vicious creative cycle

cradle to grave