Poem. Distaste. Katie Lewington.

I do not want to go into the bathroom
while she resides in the tub
the bathwater lifting
to skim over her flesh –
legs, hips, tummy
and breasts
flap like disjointed thumbs
fat, thick meat
that I can’t recall ever feeling comforted by

the untrimmed hair, open pores
and cracked heel skin

my skin is my own, my fat mine
my nails, hair
scent and eyelashes too
I am nothing like her

she is everything I don’t wish to be

I begin to dissociate.

K.L © 2016



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