I dress like a clown when I’m doing something important
Costumes are safer. louder. Stronger!
Being silly in my body
DOUBLE D’s replacing A’s
( v )
wide hips and thick thighs rub together
( )( )
Heat with summer, a biting rash in-between
reminds me of SIZE
muscles separated by pregnancy
belly sticks out echoing toddlers,
(I didn’t know to wear the band, but I hate confinement so much,
I probably wouldn't use one anyway)
A healthy body was much easier before babies…
Immediately after giving birth
my world mutated, intolerable
Nurslings demanding: Grow, thrive!
tiny little ones, burst brimming hope
eyes widened, witnessing
carnivals, regulation, right/wrong thinking. drawn bordered boxes
I awoke outside myself
ready to bite—scratch any body apt to ruin them
The rules of protection metamorphosed. Now
rules of confinement.
And then I remember you and me and belief and love and hope!
I think of Rumi and his field in-between
this glorious place
Being linked together until body and separation grow