On Bodies

Some days, some months —
let’s be honest, probably some years —
my pants don’t fit.
This is supposed to matter to me
and it does.

In the drowsing noon
I was sitting outside
and I asked the douglas fir next door
about this.
As usual, ki said nothing.

Well, I thought, you get rounder each year!
And you get rings for it.

***

Self-Portrait While Traveling Solo
Self-Portrait While Traveling Solo

With many thanks to the original publishers at Cascadia Rising Review


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