Learn to love
your lumps and bumps
aches and pains
that wobbly tum
many weight gains
your uneven skin
that crooked smile
that lip too thin
those awful piles
your smelly feet
the unruly hair
your jagged teeth
and skin too fair
your large behind
the wrinkly surface
the mysterious mind
the endless curviness
that pot belly
the crooked didgets
those areas smelly
you are what you are its true
you will be what you will be
learn to love me
love from you xx
I handed over my reading log to the librarian. Then
she reached into a cardboard box under the counter
and pulled out the coffee cup
and in that moment
I knew it was my own.
The cup was heavy as a melon in my hands, peach-colored
and shaped like an apple.
I devoured the quote printed on its side:
“I always imagined that Paradise
was a kind of library”
Alone with my cup at home
I boiled a pot of water.
As I selected my flavor of tea I
caressed the cup, running my fingers up and down
its smooth curviness.
A whistle in the background. Now is the time.
I poured in the boiling water
added the teabag
and a moment later
standing alone in the kitchen
I raised the cup to my lips
and made it my own.
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