Whiteout

A Poem


How would a frail body feel to your touch?

If I could, 

I would,

Deconstruct my frame

And then rebuild it in clumps.


How do you reveal a skeleton

That’s hiding in the closet?

If I could, 

I would,

Wrap it in hangers

And sweaters

And shirts.


How do you make a tortoise look pretty When it doesn’t have a shell?

If I could, 

I would,

Paint it in strokes and brushes:

A dazzling green.


How do you reconcile with a mirror that doesn’t love you?

If I could,

I would,

Smash it into pieces

So I never have to live with myself again.


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