I write the body-

The combated body

Like sexton, ostriker, olds.

The body, the only thing

Tangible, real, solid-

Each generation smaller and smaller,

Until there is little to nothing left to hold,

To grasp-

more obscurity, less tangibility.

I write the body-

A body tested by ambush makeovers,

Pro-ana gen-c, the fight against reality.

Carb counting, super foods only,

sugar-free everything, Fat free that,

loosely outfitted thighs never touching,

Voices never heard,

Desperation deafening,

Showcases of skeletal beauty on display,

No— worshipped.

Where 4 needs to be 0.

I write the body

that shuns

Itself.