cyber bullying
hashtags on
the fat girl’s arms

waist size
what it takes
to be loved

love handles
more of me than
you asked for

Veteran’s Day
he salutes with his
missing hand

soft boiled eggs
the waiter glances
at my man boobs

receding hairline
deciding when to let
all go

after her chemo
grandma teaches me
to powder my nose

first signs of grey -
I turn the volume up
a little louder

stretch marks the map to becoming

gender neutral
dad wonders if the army
would make me a man

new moon
my hand moves over where
once my breast was

first age spots...
her hand even
more beautiful

ice cream
dripping off her chin—
the girl with freckles

emerging breasts…
the sudden sharpness
of flower buds

Sunday pancakes
staring at
my breasts

crow's feet
my long days ahead
gone to roost

first crush the smile behind her silver braces

disability pass 
they watch
until they see the cane

dandelion fluff
I pluck a white hair
from my chin

self-mutilation —
the scars you see
the ones you don’t

the moon cannot be called able-bodied nor can I

boob job
the lift
of eyebrows

sickle moon's edge of my menopause

frigid garden
I watch him growing
a double chin

waxing cold moon
for two weeks my legs
without a shave

first menstruation 
the deep red color 
of her wedding dress

flickering
into the small hours
my nervous tic

after
his first haircut
a cowlick

premature tulips my milk comes in 

old pond
the sound of
my own voice

ladies' night 
the smeared lip gloss
of a newbie