There is a place inside you
that exists before language.
Before should.
Before shouldn't.
Before the world taught you
what a good body is supposed to want.
Something moves there.
A hunger.
A curiosity.
A quiet pull.
You feel it for a second---
then the mind rushes in
to make it acceptable.
I wonder what would happen
if, just once,
you let the feeling arrive
before the judgment.
What would you want if you had no words for wrong?
--- Egypt Eve