March 13

I hear the body’s all the rage, as we try
to make it stay, high and plump and round and new.
So we say, “It shall not droop,” like a smile. No,

like a sad smile. Which prays with might
not to be turned up or assuaged. But
on it’s bad days, to be sad. And on
good days, to be understood.

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