Mine by Nancy Schatz Alton
I have a body and a mind: it is mine.
It’s mine to redden:
I am blush all over.
I’m the tart lemon I squeeze into my mouth
after I dress the green avocado.
I’m the sum of everything that came before
& I often can’t decide what will come next.
I hold fast to these cells that die off anyway,
my whole body remade again & again,
every 7 years I’m a whole new me.
I’m the headache and the vertigo-style sinus system,
the worrier & the girl that says yes: like me.
& of course I can help you even as I grow weary
and want all the lemons for myself.
Give me every last raspberry, too.
Make me a pie & tell me I’m special.
Oh, I’m my own architect but I look far & wide
at the plans others make
even though I’m surely satisfied
at the way I blush all over,
my system sensitive & full & satiated
by the way the words sound on the page
spoken or silent
these nerve endings that hum
a constant thrum
even as I step away to help
with science homework.