who’s body is this? i ask
when i see the stranger in the mirror
looking so fly.
hello, beautiful.
where did you come from?
do you live here too?
who’s body is this?
strong bones.
strong heart.
strong legs.
strong arms.
who’s body is this,
filling out these jeans
like a night sky
wraps around lovers
talking softly on a beach.
who’s body is this?
it can’t be mine.
but it is.