By Elizabeth Harper

My body is so heavy
It never used to feel that way
Pendulous breasts, tight muscles,
Lower back pain, no desire to play

Maybe I should try yoga
The idea doesn’t appeal to me at all
Maybe death is near
All it would take is one good fall

Ambition and romance now seem
A horrendous waste of time
As do politeness, obligation,
Any interest in projects not mine

“You do you” is the only advice that matters
Though defeat and rejection I still recall
Nagging voices an insistent clatter
No, I never did heed their call