the after thought

When you wash my body in the water, I am home

I am prone to paint pictures with stray
hair strands on the tiled wall, a sweet face
to tell you, "pull my hair here and bend me there"

But my body is an after thought, to you.

Reviews

[Bruce]

interesting poem on your feelings of objectification. loved the last line

[celyn]

Sometimes it takes your writing to make me realise little things about myself.
I'll always be a fan.