Post-Adolescence

Posted: December 14, 1993 in Poetry
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Where did this forest of hair come from?
My chest is wide and broad
like a carpenter’s boards
and I’m strung with muscle
I don’t think I deserve.
Tall and wiry and strong,
I never though I’d look like this,
the penultimate ape,
so why be ashamed of my hair and my torso,
fleshed out from the cadaver
of my adolescence?

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