I am not beautiful the way some

I am not beautiful the way someare beautiful:Look—those bodies arrayed across your bed likesculpture, likesong, likepoetry, limbsenjambed, expressionsunforced and effortlessly true, metaphorsin the slight curl of each finger, bodiesknowing intuitively just how to take up spaceunder the gaze of the observerline after line. My bodydoes not know what to dowith itself in empty space, does…