Don’t you worry
too much about me,
being all pelvises
and elbows –
it’s contradicted
by the swell of my hips,
the tiger striped
woven pattern
of my thighs,
the layer of fat
sponging up and down
my midriff.
Sooner or later,
you will find
that the whitewashed
bones holding me up
stand impotent
in their promises
of jutting,
tucked safely away
from harm or passions
in an effigy
of woman.