all bodies

Three weeks of heat and we wake up with welts beneath our breasts. Our bodies have expanded like wooden doors in a house whose walls cannot accommodate change. The mirrors are turned toward us but they did not start that way. We are saving the words I don’t care for when we really need them. We walk out of photographs. We sleep on our sides to lean into the bodies we struggle to love.

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