I tried to shed
Pound,
Pound,
Pound,
Pound,
After pound.
But all I shed is my clothes,
My skin,
The only thing remained.
This body is opening and hollows.
This body
Isn’t small.
This body
Isn’t delicate.
This body is curved
to be tender
and powerful.
Soft
and round.
This body was surprisingly revealed to be mine.
It takes over space and time
and spins everything around.