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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=364181" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On Freedom</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=364181" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In a dream I'm no longer in love. I breathe deeply this sense of freedom,<br>and I vow never again to seal myself in, but I am reminded it is myself I love<br>also and that too is a kind of sealed condition. I am committed to taking<br>care of my body and its home accommodations, its clothes and neat<br>appearance that I admire in the mirror, yet I would like to know what it<br>would be like freed of brushing my teeth, washing my neck and face and<br>between my toes. I'd like to know, as I neglect to move my bowels, and<br>stay away from food that could sustain my health, and do not change my<br>underwear, and let odors rise from my crotch and armpit. I stick out my<br>tongue at the image in the mirror showing me my ragged beard and sunken<br>eyes and hollow cheeks, free of my self-love at last, and I sink onto the<br>bathroom floor, feeling life begin to seep out of me, I who haven't eaten<br>since last month. I'm dying and I'm free.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=David+Ignatow">David Ignatow</a></strong></div>