The upper arms softly undulate.
A lip of flesh slips over the Cesarean section scar.
A constellation of cellulite on the backs of the thighs.
The breasts at repose against the ribcage.
Some people travel to the streets of Detroit’s west side to rubberneck at the burned out remains of a once flourishing landscape.
I see my naked reflection in a full-length mirror.
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