This is a Body

This is a body. This is a human body. This was not sculpted, and shaved and shamed in a fashion magazine. This is a body. This is one woman’s body. This body has hair to cool it down and warm it up. This body sweats and carries aromas of earth and hard scents of sun. This body loves and sighs, and breathes and cries and fucks, and dies. This is a body. This is one woman’s body. This body has stretch marks across ashy curves like forks of lightning. This body has red eyes from too little sleep and jittery hands from too much caffeine. This body has road rash scars like blurry kisses from jagged pavement. This is a body. This is a human body And this body is mine.