my body grows with age
stretches, rolls, shapes
my body breathes and expands
fills up bowls and plates
it can brave tides
soak up sun
with unchanging eyes
and a sharpened tongue

but i pull apart the crafted curves
pick at every scar
cover up till it's all unheard
and wish on every star
wish for a smaller body
a bottle with a stronger cap
this one is too overflowing
and i dont know what to do with that
i want a better bottle
with clearer, glistening skin
i want a better vessel
to keep all my inside stuff within

but would life be as fun without the adventure
the steep hills and storms create
would it be me if it wasn't chaos
a painting even the creator cannot replicate

i want a better body
but what if the better is this
because what could be better than the body
that you were handcrafted and made in