Like the Amazon River

I like my body

can I say that without sounding vain?

is that taboo?

or a temporary delusion?

sure my body's unruly

my ass jiggles when I brush my teeth and

my love handles belong on a Harley or

some other obnoxious, overcompensating motorbike that

a corpulent sixty-eight year old buys to stave off that inevitable mid-life crisis

my boobs refuse to be restrained, contained within

feminine

flimsy

filmy

lace bralettes

oh, and by the way

you know, just while we're on the subject

what the fuck is a bralette?

last time I checked, tits didn't come in a small, medium or large

my body and I don't always agree

sometimes I decide that I'm going to wear taupe tights from American Apparel

size medium/large and

my thighs assert their independence

they stage a revolution

a coup d’état

against the oppressors

when Karl said

"proletarians of the world, unite!"

he meant my thighs

but my body is strong

my hips are wide

my legs are long

my belly is round

my shoulders are broad

and damn if I don't look in the mirror and see an amazon queen

maybe I belong in the jungle

instead of trapped inside four, tiny walls

climbing trees, wrestling wild beasts, drinking rainwater

staring at the sky, falling asleep to the sound

of my beloved

río amazonas