Our Bodies, Ourselves
When I put on my long underwear I look like a dancer. I bet if you saw me you’d say the same thing.
I grew up androgynous but sometimes dress like my father. I hate gym rats but appreciate body builders because that’s art.
Bowel movements, yeast infections, facial anomalies.
I took a life-drawing class during the summer. Later I saw one of the models coming out of the Russian Orthodox Church in his Sunday best. I turned to my friends and said, “I’ve seen that man naked.”
A woman introduced me to her body. She mentioned something about meeting her at her heaviest. (Imagine the Venus of Willendorf in her twenties.) She tracked her treasure trail with a finger.
to be continued…