Bones by Kate

Illustration by @verdad_art

The bone under the fat,

Skinny, underneath.

Pinch for clarity.

Pinch for definition.

Baby fingers and wrists.

The bone under the fat is beautiful. The bones are bones of models. Athletes. The bones of a thousand powerful queens.

The fat is animal, oppressive. Weight and disappointment. Symbolic of failure and complacency.

These bones. These bones are magical.

Under the fat is magic.

The fat in lumps and ribbons. I take it in my fist and wish I could slice, scissor away in a flurry of yellow rain until I am nothing but my perfect bones. 

Nothing. 

Blood and bones. 

Nothing.

Who cares about the rest of me?

One day I will be nothing but my perfect bones.

Poem: Kate

Illustration by @verdad_art