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.