ANATOMIZE

BONNIE RAE WALKER

 
 

Curls spiral silken
then coarse, kink
from flaxen to
experience’s gray.
Clenched jaws set,
pretensions pulling
cheekbones high.
A catching throat
holds breath back.
Lungs bellow air
and baby fat burns.
Riding the curve
of breast and bone
through years,
qualms and saggings
in kind, a very real
settling is found
near navel and knuckle.
Between two legs
something raw, hard,
joyous, painful lights
the center until
long sloping decades
slide from thigh
to knee to calf,
movement to atrophy.
Bottommost, stout soles
bear up the bulk,
suffer the burden,
and ease upon
final stride.

 

 
 

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