The Easter Eggs

 

They live in their bodies.
They see themselves from the outside.
The lack of cellulite on her thigh
Is her philosophy.
The eyeliner - her religion.
The flat iron and curler -
Her political parties.
My body is a cage
Whose bars I forget to examine.
Why bring on more pain?
I forget I have a reflection,
So much of me is inside.
They're like Easter eggs,
Bright colored and sweetly enticing,
Rolling around the closet
Since last year.