We Make Our Bodies

Controlled by the mind

Hand moving like a ghost

Shaping the body

A forming dance


With huge eyes

Of muddy green

I see pale face

That often


On the artificial

Computer sun

Making it

Like milk in this light


With lips

Like rotten strawberries

Framed in a frown

That bites the tongue

Trying not to

Give emotion

To smile




Soft browns woven down


Tired Marks

Under the eyes

With heavy brows


Gazing down at

The only features seen

On that spinning body


White shirt

Black pants

Blue shawl swirling

In the self-made wind

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