body

carving at the fat
is much harder than marble.
it fights to leave me.

fragile as flowers
this blood bag of bones and flesh.
with ego unmatched.

sculpting one’s own flesh
with iron and chemicals.
food can help as well.

through sickness and health
body limps slowly forward.
i search for reboot.

shared fragility.
the soft, pulpy human life.
a ticking time bomb.

night draws the curtains.
the sleepy day’s nodding head.
giving me ideas.