At what point in my mid-twenties
did my belly become so
soft and round?
my hips become so wide and winged
like the curve of a cello?
At what point did my thighs and ass become so dimpled
like the wind winnowing a fresh snowbank
waves on a stained-glass sea?
My whole life
I was a mere sapling
supple as a snapdragon in
but easy to pass by,
it's as though I blinked, and
I am some a well-worn,
I stick out and have
wide hips and
and dimpled dips
I'd like to pass myself in the mirror and say,
as I would of any hardy tree,
"look at that tree that has weathered,
many years, of bowing to the breeze
of growth in times of plenty
of providing home and nutrients and life
to many, many
Maryrose Nieman Nelson is a queer music therapist and birth doula by profession and poet, artist, avid reader, songwriter, and birder by passion and hobby. She lives in North Carolina with their spouse and pet cockatiel, Piccolo.