Suzanne Langlois
FIGURE
The shape of my body is hidden
in my body, the way stars are hidden
in daylight. It is best viewed when
all the lights have been extinguished.
The shape of my body loves the dark.
It is at its most lovely when it forgets
itself. My clothing is not the shape
of my body. It’s sometimes a disguise,
sometimes an indictment, and sometimes
a public stockade. My body is a confession
that’s wrung from me each morning.
I've been chasing the shape of my body
ever since someone else first noticed it.
I've never been able to catch it.