the morning light is kind
to the lines of the body plateau
there is a flatness that is my belly
faint ridges of a pelvis
like the edges of a lake
and the shadow of ribs
beneath my breasts
I am young again
rising from bed
my body resurrects
my waist becomes a cul de sac
behind the expanse of my stomach
where things sag and shift
to claim more territory
than I am willing to give
bending to brush my hair
I can feel the pressure of
the bags beneath my eyes
gravity fails
to the lines of the body plateau
there is a flatness that is my belly
faint ridges of a pelvis
like the edges of a lake
and the shadow of ribs
beneath my breasts
I am young again
rising from bed
my body resurrects
my waist becomes a cul de sac
behind the expanse of my stomach
where things sag and shift
to claim more territory
than I am willing to give
bending to brush my hair
I can feel the pressure of
the bags beneath my eyes
gravity fails