blessings/resentments


My body is a blessing

best seen in the sun
when shadows fall like lace
across limbs

best felt under light fingers
that tug a sock to rest
in the curve of my ankle

best understood
from a distance



A body is a blessing
to the man in the bar

the flashing of his hands, his teeth
on thighs, on necks

his hot breath worshipping
his bloodshot, heavy-lidded revering

shadows fall like cages
and a body
is not a blessing.