I am naked in front of the mirror
My shoulders are broad and my body is sturdy, still young
My eyes linger on my hips
On my taut belly then fixate on my almost flat chest
On my left breast, a scar
Because it is still purplish
Because one can discern the tissues
Just reconstituted from the stretched flesh
Because under the finger its relief still stands out swollen
One guesses that the wound is recent
It throbs like a nerve
Yet when the finger passes over the wound
It is no longer painful
One does not die of love
Even when one believes oneself to be bloodless and dry like an old fruit
Even when one believes that all strength has left us
We recover from everything
The heart regenerates like the tails of lizards
We are lying on our backs ready to let go
When suddenly a jolt electrifies the bodies
The blood resumes its work, comes back to beat against the temples
Irrigating the organs and the dormant lower abdomen
We startle at feeling alive, alive despite everything
We are surprised to regain color
The desire to live is irresistible
To recover from this sorrow
To recover from this pain is to be able to face everything

You allowed me to understand that I was invincible
Victorious whatever the outcome
I am armed to the teeth
Under my breast
A grenade

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