i am much too large
for this day. it sags and pulls
in all the wrong places. i’d shave my head
for this day. yesterday my breast
burned but it was beautiful, clean, young
and tender. you are the body rendered
in these lines. the marble and the marrow. instead i’ll shave
my left thigh. tomorrow
the right. the day after a calf.
right thigh tomorrow. imagine my calves on friday.
remember this breast but yesterday
and try to love me.