Morning Glory (Whole Once Again)
There are no words for this: standing naked in front of the mirror,
silver thong on the bathroom floor, sad, I look at myself:
aghast, in the morning light, at the pinkness of my nipples,
how they look like little French cookies; they're so measly,
my robe and my body doily lie in a disheveled, bashful pile at
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