Triptych
I lay these bitter poems at the feet of my most worshiped idol
THE DIVINE FEMININE
without whom I would still care what people thought of me
Things people have told me are wrong with my body from head to toe
“You finally grew into your forehead”
“Put on makeup and look like you’re trying”
“Did you know your butt chin is actually a genetic defect?”
“Oh, I never realized you had such broad shoulders”
“Maybe one day you’ll grow some boobs”
“You have wide hips”
“Did you know you’re pear shaped?”
“Go shave your legs”
“Your second toe is so long”
I wish I were ugly
uglier
He asked if he could kiss me and
didn’t wait for my answer
Outside of myself
I look objectively down and up my body
Instead of skin
I see
singer: classically trained
painter: no training, so what
healer
poet writer expressor
the houseplants I’m growing
idealist perfectionist
observer
every book I’ve ever read
full time job
recitals
master’s degree
gardens of thought
