Wars with the body that bore

me, very unsightly very dull

That one on the sofa

this one on the bed

running a race where the legs are frowning 

and the finish line is: you hurt me most!

The pressure in my forehead

the thin saliva in my mouth

from eating meals via spoon in 

jar scraping at the sludge

Somewhere in this brain there’s a thought

i mean, somewhere in this heart there’s a want

somewhere in this new year there’s my body

and a love that wants it unhurt