It's Still Life

A Fleck of Skin

It was back when I couldn’t
see myself for myself.

That body is long gone,
its narrow shading fled,

its memory swept away
like dead flies on a windowsill,

And then I’m reminded. I see
myself in luke-warm sepia photos.

I see myself as a fleck of skin.

Me sitting, skeletal, at a table with
those ghost-thin arms of mine.

I can’t remember – did I cast a shadow.

Back then when body image was
an unknown issue. Back when

my clothing was single digit size.

Back when I couldn’t
see myself for myself.

image WikiArt by Pieter Bruegel the Elder “The Thin Kitchen” –
poem © Misky 2020. for dVerse “Selfie” prompt and Twiglet #193

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