Self-Care in the Summer
Something about beauty, about never
having the body I’d imagined, something
about a body better than I’d ever
imagine, not being encumbered
by the brunt of a body, its scar history,
its messy digestion, its sticky effluents
and tightening tendons, living in structure,
its flawed architecture.
I was loved as I am
and ever shall be.… Read the rest