Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Body Treatment (Poem)

Body Treatment

Treat your body like it
belongs to someone
you love. Oh, no, not

the guy who leaves
you black-eyed,
balled-up in a corner,

iPhone speed-dialing
9-1-1. And not the good
-looking health food

addict who checks you
out only after praising
the purifying qualities

of special bran flours.
And not the aged yogi
declaiming your body

a temple of gold to be
visited outside class.
You look him in the eye

and see no soul, none
you'd trade for free
lessons or even the best

of bottled waters. Let
your corpus be a filter,
process and gesture

both. Then imagine all
the room you'll have
to be your one same self.

© 2015 Maureen E. Doallas

1 comment:

Peggy Rosenthal said...

Delightful. I enjoy the drama of eliminating supposed lovers one by wacky one. I smiled especially at "the best//of bottled waters." Also at the choice of "corpus" in the next line, with its gesture of formality, giving an unexpeccted dignity to the body.