The Shape of A Woman’s Body

Last night I forgot to ask
What happens after you see me naked?
Does my body distort, into a half-eaten mango
on the window sill?
Do I stench? Do I rot?

Will you choose to keep the flavor of me on your tongue?
Will your breath break out on my back like a million cities;
a million chances to want
This body shy, this body burned twice.

Does a fat ass die the sins this belly fat commits
– to memory, to your eyes skating through my round edges;
my heavy breasts; my body as a portrait of fertility,
a god made monument to say this one was created for more.

See Also

Women’s History Month 2024: Celebrating Strength And Power