If I said I thought I had a fabulous body -
would you hold it against me?
If I clarified that I mean to say
that I’m only amazed -
amazed -
would you hold it against me?
I don’t mean sexy
like a pornstar,
a groomed and glistening hole
pretending to be whatever you want me to be…
I mean strong
like muscle
and gristle
and bone.
Solid.
I don’t mean beautiful
like a simpering photoshoot fantasy,
all ornamental surface,
so thin I may as well not be here at all -
I mean bloody,
like the reality of sinews and fat and lungs
shot through with the power of breath and heartbeat
so alive I think I never want to go.
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