the body consort

the body consort
note to self

she’s been with you for
27,990 energetic days—
she’s slouchy about the edges
bent here, broken there
a taken-for-granted friend

you’re beholden to her—
she’s overused, yet ferried
you here—for decades
she was treated like a
beat-up truck rather than
the marvel you now know
her to be—oh! to go back
seven decades and reframe
how you dance together

but no second chances
and no time for regrets
go gentle, most of all in
thought—and remember—
she is your body consort

with thanks to Kay Crista for the title

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—they may never turn into anything more or they might flower.

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