Thursday, 3 January 2013

Body

Sometimes in the shower
I arch backwards
Like a drawn bow
To feel my spine loosen up
And I peer at my legs
Like a nutbrown girl’s
And then I crane forward
And try to ignore
The spongy Iyer pouch
Of my curvy belly
And then I stand up straight
And reflect that I, too, am a man of parts.

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