Don’t Massage Me


Naked under a towel,

On my stomach,

Breathing through a hole.


Inch by Inch,

Body part by body part,

I learn about myself.


How I walk,

The outer of my sole,

Pain from hip to ankle.


Tight shoulders,

Hunched back,

Typing at a desk.


Tattoo on the back,

Scar across the knee,

The stain of youth decision.


Loose skin,

Freckles and moles,

Stretch marks on them all.


Flabby underarms,

Cuticles overgrown,

Embarrassing moments for mom.


Arrived with hope,

Relieved for a moment,

Feeling worse an hour later.


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