You risk going to the bathroom naked
at the darkest time of night.
As you emerge into the lit hallway
your flatmate opens his door – your
body is suddenly all unfamiliar
shapes, a Modigliani without grace.
You are stung on the nose by a wasp.
That night, you drink a bottle of Smoking Loon
and for reasons cry before you sleep.
By morning the poison as spread – in the
mirror you encounter a smudged version
of the Elephant Man. He stays with you for days.
You ask a woman who has become your
more-than-occasional lover if she’d like
to stay. Your legs are already stretched
cat-like across her thighs. She replies
– Think I’ll give it a miss this time.
You try to remake your body as your own.