SizingA Poem by Marie AnzaloneThe woman looks at me, says to the hotel owner, on the phone, “She’s a gordita; I don’t know if she can walk to your place.”
and something inside me shatters again into 1000 pieces. I want… Or maybe I don’t know what I want.
To just feel normal? To tattoo on my forehead, “You don’t know my story; you don’t know I have already lost 75 pounds, you don’t know what I have gone through, what I did to get here?”
You also do not know: what this body has done, has lost, can still do. That it can lift 100 pounds, break down a door, climb a tree, walk 20 miles, scale a mountain, comfort a crying stranger, wrestle a cow to the ground.
Love like no-one else you have ever known.
I saw the way you looked at him; I noted the way he looked at her- like their eyes hold the secrets of everything you ever needed to know about your own being, like something you invest in for the rest of your life.
Maybe I DO know what I want- just that someone looks at me that same way, one day.
The closest I came, I think was once holding a young soul in an old body, and once, an old soul in a young body; two unexpected afternoons, two gifts given on temporary loan. And we memorized each other’s perfections and flaws like a test we both had to study for- one that Life itself depended on.
Sizing isn’t everything. Counting should be more.
What size must a woman be, for us to simply say, she has the body of a woman her age? How may degrees must she hold, before we address her by her title? How many times must she show up, before we say, she too is verifiably one of us? How rich is her husband, for us to call her, successful?
How much weight should she lose, in order to start being visible?
© 2017 Marie AnzaloneAuthor's Note
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Added on September 6, 2017 Last Updated on September 7, 2017 AuthorMarie AnzaloneXecaracoj, Quetzaltenango, GuatemalaAboutBilingual (English and Spanish) poet, essayist, novelist, grant writer, editor, and technical writer working in Central America. "A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to ta.. more..Writing
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