The Art of the Body

Bodies so surreal

so intricately designed.

I adore bodies –

from the spare perfection of

thin bodies –

so small as to break at a harsh gaze,

to big, bountiful bodies with rolls and curves

everywhere all the time

I am consumed by the art of the body,

the elegant thin arm outstretched,

the belly a pillow to rest on.

Necks like flower stems and tree trunks –

hair brilliant, glossy petals.



Melted and Poured

“You Look Melted and Poured”


I am melted and poured

into a sheath dress with lace overlay,

my scars making it look like a cookies and cream filling

has been poured to fit a sexy mold,

but with maybe 20 pounds too much filling –

the molding bursting at the seams.


Too often I have been too rich for my wallet

Too free for my cage

Too fat for my shell


But now I shimmy,

break open the mold

let the skin sing electric under a sunlight sick

of being filtered and blocked.


I am free.

In a bedroom deep in the jagged heat of Georgia

I am a queen and I need no molds,

cages will not hold me,

And my wallet is not the only language I speak.