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Body Image

Molly Kirschner

Pollen rides the first light of spring across the field.
I too am in this light, lying low like the mosses,
refusing to reach. Yes, I’ll admit

I feel competitive with the weather!
The mother of summer

is a beauty. She glows green, I glower,
and pull up my shirt in every mirror I pass
to see if I am thinning like snow on the belly of the earth.

Published by: in Issue 2: Spring 2014, Volume 70

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