If you wear a loose shirt
let it hang down over your hips
then no one can tell for certain
that your left hip juts out
like a young girl throwing a hip
out and resting a hand on her waist.
She's waiting for an answer
and doesn't have all day.
You remember when a belt sat fairly
straight. Now a belt falls on a diagonal line,
its angle more severe each year. Do you
know what happened to your silver belt buckle?
or how long ago you tucked a shirt in your jeans?
I watch you stand with your back to the mirror,
hold a hand mirror up and stare. Your spine twists
like a country road. Instead of laying flat
your back humps up on one side. Each
year the swell on your right grows.
You don't complain, but I see you stretch
as if you could straighten your spine.
I watch you pick up a form fitting shirt
and put it down in favor of a loose top
that hides your woman shape.
At the end of the day you massage
your hip, stretch, and remember
to stand with your shoulders pulled back.
Linda Watskin ©2010