POEMS AND LINKS | cammythomas

By this time there are many of me—
there’s the me you usually see
in full color, and then other me’s
less visible. My hair is like a flame,
like a flaming tree, and my torso
lifts up brave and undulant,
with rocket fuel pushing toward the sky.
I’m with another self who
turns her back on fame.
And a paler thinner self who knows
what she knows, and hides her face.
I’m naked, multi-colored,
and I’ve got some extra flesh
here and there, like my ever upward
hair. These breasts have fed a fair few
and still remain full, soft, aloft.
My curves remind me of my life,
strong striving, some forgiving,
some swerving—my multitudes.

I’m more than me--
I can feel there’s texture back
behind me, a palimpsest of what used
to be. Once behind me was
another shape I’m told,
thick ridges that still show
through my shoulder, along my side,
something past that clings,
makes me part of what I never knew,
that part of who I am I cannot see.
I hope my big hair pops
beyond this frame and lives
forever, passing boldly from one eye
to another. And wouldn’t you love
to kiss my bright red thigh?