I keep finding myself

surprised

to be in this body

its heft and shape are

unfamiliar,

the fact of its warmth

inexplicable

an embarrassment, actually:

this inconvenient embodiment,

inadequately incomplete

(I got caught, once, one leg

still outside the meat suit)

I worry vaguely about

form –

this spreading softness

unlikely to hold a shape

for long

a spectral body,

comically awkward

in its corpus