Hourglass
I am an hourglass
Breasts, waist, hips in perfect proportion
Designed for desire
On a hot July day in 1990, fireworks in the sky
Nature flipped me over
Every month potential passed through me
Life clawing, shredding me inside out
Just for the opportunity to exist
Not-becoming is a painful, bloody mess
Many, many moons pulled my moods with the tide
Now I am cursed with convenience
Lunar lunacy fading into flashes of solar brilliance
I feel bottom-heavy, weighted with wisdom
Liberated from memory and expectation
Empty, but free