John Jessup Kennan

Body Perfect

Blake in a pawn shop






she says
"i don't have a
perfect body"
but of course
she does
because
it is hers

i don't have a
perfect body
it's a burlap sack
filled with
twisted bones
cracked hearts
broken souls
dragged behind me
through limping life
grudgingly
in a hundred
different directions
at once
aching and weary
patched and worn

i say
"i don't have a
perfect body"
but of course
i do
because
it is hers

© John Kennan 6-21-16

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