life has be insanely, frantically, tear-inducingly busy lately, so i apologize for leaving you hanging re: my trip back from north carolina. it will come. in the meantime, i shall re-purpose my writing assignments for class and give you a bit of poetry.
Matter
I have a list of what I would change
if I could remake this body.
as if I could revise
the shape of my waist
the taper of my calves
the unseen bones of my wrists.
When I was fourteen they called me
monster-- the boys
with stepladder voices and downy mouths.
Monster. The word measured my mass
against the value of flat bellies
and coltish legs
and by some
trick of
physics
made me
less.
Life can be cruel. People can be cruel. The calling of you monster by the boys make them less. You are beautiful. I hope you know that now.
ReplyDeleteditto helen. and this poem is beautiful. and amazing. and i think there's a book in it. :)
ReplyDeleteyou are too too good. I could read your poems all day long.
ReplyDeletethank you all! you're the sweetest.
ReplyDelete@helen, i've definitely started coming to grips with the fact that it was the boys who had issues, not me. i'm still a good person. :)
@shar, goodness, i think you might be right. i never really thought about writing a book with some of that in it. hmmmm. now you've got me thinking... (also, i miss you.)
@lisa, thank you! goodness, that is such a nice compliment. :) (also, i miss you, too.)
More poetry!!!!! More poetry!!!!!
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