Narcissism
comes
at the wrong time in life,
comes when your young body
is easy to love, your stomach muscles virtuous,
when water beads up
not down into crannies,
when the “turn of your ankle”
doesn’t mean a limp.
But it would be better stored
for the day your aging body
desperately needs someone
to stroke its folds, roll fingers
around its plenitudes,
protuberances,
to look in the mirror
and say,
“You’re lookin’ good, baby.”
at the wrong time in life,
comes when your young body
is easy to love, your stomach muscles virtuous,
when water beads up
not down into crannies,
when the “turn of your ankle”
doesn’t mean a limp.
But it would be better stored
for the day your aging body
desperately needs someone
to stroke its folds, roll fingers
around its plenitudes,
protuberances,
to look in the mirror
and say,
“You’re lookin’ good, baby.”
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