when the edges of my skin blurred
I thought I was bloated
from the secrets you kept inside me
but now my curves are wide
enough to ski across, and I feel
broad like summer birds
I have sweated you out
and now the hips I hated so hard
are cultivating fruit trees and sloping
into arches under which
feral cats curl up
and honeycombs grow
my body has expanded
since you last saw it
and I can no longer
feel ashamed of that
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