O do not ask
if I am beach body ready.
Observe how the folds of my stomach ripple
like the wind-pulled waves.
Rub your hands over these pale buttocks,
sand-smoothed by time.
Note my milk-white limbs like washed up whalebones,
stranded and useless.
Consider these tufts of hair on my back and shoulders
sprouting wildly like sea-grass.
And listen to the lapping of my socks
at the shores of my sandals.
And still you ask me
if I am beach body ready?
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