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, one

leg still

outside the meat

suit)

i worry vaguely

about form.

this spreading

softness

seems unlikely

to hold a shape

for long

a spectral body,

comically awkward

in its corpus