Wednesday, May 17, 2023

Writing The Body

My body has 

starved for love 

starved for control 

starved for sadness 

then bounced back fifty pounds more 


my back pressed on the driveway to watch stars 

my smoke-filled lungs by bonfires      backyard fires    trash fires

my legs tingle with the cold of Leadmine stream 

my tense shoulders bare above white dress


my stomach remembers

hands and feet pressing against the back side of my skin

  it reminds me every time I eat 


I have yet to trace lines on my face without sadness in my fingertips


-Melissa Reynolds

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