Weighed

Between this shower & the last

I had sex three times

that & time render my armpits ripe

from the mortification to the gentrification 

of the flesh beneath hot water

I emerge a steaming vision 

pale skin the mirror 

I must towel down now

          god knows I don’t want to catch a chill 

it comes to clothes 

my arms are still wet

the sleeves cling

I always forget

then at all times between 
fucking & showering

I do not think of my body at all 

unless I really really smell it

I want to say my corps/e 

for the weight

for fifteen stones weight

for fifteen stones worth of my parents’

gametes

for the fifteen stones meted

out in anticipation of me

cellular me generation

hardly means

anything 

to say dust is 

mainly skin

I go back to not thinking