Looking at Myself

When I was ten and sitting in the tub, I used to wonder
What long legs would be like, and how could I communicate
With toes so far away?

Now I see myself accumulating defects—
My skin has blotches, my eyes don't work at distances,
My teeth have come in crooked.

But when I'm feeling well, invigorated and alive, these
Imperfections disappear and once again I'm whole and smooth,
Flawless as an egg delivered only yesterday.

©2016 Michael Fraley

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