I wake
feeling thin
and flower-pressed,
dried flat between pure white
sheets
and soap-mist air.
I stand
and feel the flood
of my cells
filling me out.
Your fingers
at my belly
do nothing to smooth
the swollen bits
I’ll have to wear
in public all day.

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