This birthed body

Put upon the library self.

Fiction or non-

The perpetual, rhetorical question.

They selected me 

From the self-help section.

Checked me out – 

the librarian peering over the rim of rosary-red glasses.

The first few chapters read.

A closer study needed, so rules were broken by

Highlighter pens and

Scribbled margins.

Later, all together lost under

Piles of papers to grade and

Petitions to sign.

Birthday cake smudges.

Menstrual blood and tears.

Empty spaces erased the final chapters.

Decades later,

Self is found in the transformation to Body;

Loose binding

Wrinkled pages

Round belly

Achy hips

Hair loss

       Loss I can manage because I already have.

Photo by Cristina Gottardi on Unsplash

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