April
5
Benign
You are here
My skin a map
Polka-dotted hopscotch
Scalpel and lens
Are travelling friends
Formlines
A wall chart shows
Contours and elevation
While cartographers
Orbit my torso
Plotting spots
Tagging points
My thoughts go south
Yet my mouth
Utters I’m in good health other than my obesity, anxiety, depression, and stress
A poignant poem, Nina’, that disguises the underlying pain behind light-heartedness, especially in the lines:
‘My skin a map
Polka-dotted hopscotch
Scalpel and lens
Are travelling friends’.
I also find this phrase very effective: ‘cartographers orbit my torso’.