Bodies

Brown skin, exposed
between hemlines
bodies
limbs
extending beyond the reach of pants
bulges,
reaching beyond restrictions
with shaking arms,
sticking out
of too short shirts

rounds
defying the square shaped patterns
our clothes are cut from

bodies
some call abundant
full figured
plus.
I just call them real.

Me, my reflection.
That which is tangible when I touch myself.
refusing to contrast

bodies fitting snuggly
lines matching up
always covered when bending
free

their bodies
the imaginary diagrams
on which our fantasies are drawn

like dress up dolls
filled in,
painted with expectation

no, not realer
simply
just as real.

Revival

Hey Ya'll,

I've usually been writing pretty personal things here. But, things have been happening in my life that I might not be ready to go public about. One thing I AM ready to do is go back into my writing. A darling friend got me this awesome journal 642 things to Write About and I intend to use it, publishing drafts of the stories I come up with here at least once a week.

Wish me luck!
- E


P.s. The book was published by the SF Writers Grotto, which seems to have a few similar and equally interesting books.