With that little indentation in my sternum and everything
But I never got a chance to enjoy it.
I hardly remember it.
Now I come from the shower
With this red bath towel around my middle
That now protrudes
Further than my chin.
The funny thing is
That I am less embarrassed to be naked now
Than I have ever been in my life.
It makes no sense.
Don’t get me wrong –
I don’t mind your belly, I just don’t like mine.
However, at this point I am beyond shame –
So, if you show me yours,
I’ll show you mine.
John Tustin is tired of trying to write third person bios. fritzware.com/johntustinpoetry contains links to his published poetry online.
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