Know you are beautiful. Know you are perfect in your body… flaws, flaws, wrinkles, stray hairs and all! Continue reading The Beauty Contest (a poem of scrolling)
Standing in my bathroom, I peer down at the flesh protruding over the top of my athletic shorts. It looks like a dimpled loaf of unbaked bread, or maybe a doubled-over baguette. Whitish and smooth, it rises as I breathe. I poke at it, and it jiggles a bit. As if it thinks itself to be Jolly. Continue reading Bellyfat
These casings we are in:
The book jackets to our complex souls.
We move in them every day
The rituals of cleansing,
form habitual ruts Continue reading These casings we are in