Invidious Comparison

Fat kids of the South
with early breasts
in the swimming pool outside

and as rites of passage go,
it's a benign and thoughtful entry.

There is an expression I keep hearing
I wanted to use it. I looked for it in popular music:
If she's a nun then I'm the pope.

Don't ask me what I'm doing.
I'm thinking it's only this beautiful
here. Now my body is made of long-standing
spirituality, by nature benign. Don't laugh: I'm a

Lotus-flower Gentle Sitting-still Woman.

And another paradigm slips into
place like the diamond it
sounds like. I'm no go-getter—
what am I after all but a

raft.


(c) 2004 Rebecca Wolff. All rights reserved.