Tuesday, June 22, 2010

The Curvature

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

8 comments:

  1. i love poems about the body. disguising, hiding, changing, stretching, remembering.

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  2. Linda, this is a strong poem. I think every few years a person needs to write a body image poem. I agree with the comments of both Carolee and Tumblewords!

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  3. Good, strong piece of writing about a difficult and deeply personal subject.

    Elizabeth

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  4. Isn't it always at the end of the day when we remember to do the very thing that would prevent that other thing from happening? Great writing, once again, Linda! Enjoy Maine!!

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  5. Very visual, and also very well written.
    ViV

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  6. A beautifully written piece on a unique and sad thing. I became so sorrowful for the subject...

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  7. In the first stanza, I wasn't sure if it was you or not. Then in the second stanza I saddened, thinking you might be watching your mother. Either way, the piece evokes a depth of feeling. Standing with its shoulders thrown back. Small acts of defiance may be all we're left to. *sigh*

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