112/365: The Bitch Is Too Stupid

It is this other body I remember,
the one that was five-foot-three,
strong but small,
knowing how hard to push,
how soft to fall,
not this one,
the one that arrives daily like a surprise assertion
the one that grew late and tall,
the one that can't believe itself:
this one keeps trying to run away from home,
like the bitch is too stupid to know she's stuck.


I am writing one poem every day in 2016, and I am using the hashtag #365poems to document my progress.