Who tells us that
there is a wrong way to have a body?
Trimming the fat off with our eyes
A twisted game of dress-up and slim-down
Wondering how often the women next to me goes to the gym
And shamefully thinking that if she doesn’t, she should
Protesting the very thing I can’t quit
Can we move beyond flesh (from which we all come?)
but remain whole and distinct?
You won’t see me turn this before body into an after
You won’t see the bad lighting attack my sweaty blotchy face
The guillotined line cutting away time and fat
The light of the flash rico shading off of the mirror
Nor will you see my shimmering abs and high school reunion ready smile
Is there a specific kind of oil they use for their abs?
This body of mine is the body before a meal and the body after a workout
A lack that looks like a full meal
The proof is in the pudding ?
Shedding, shedding old habits
Shedding, shedding current selves
But not pounds
I wish that I could run fast enough that my fat would fall off and away
Unable to catch up with my bolting body
Leaving it alone on the sidewalk for some petite dame to pick up and pickle in a jar
Put it on a shelf and take it down 100 years later
Look inside, then you’ll see what I’m after