Janna Klostermann

I, the machine,
managing and mastering
every inch of my oversized, under-loved body
           while rehearsing a monologue in the mirror.

martini in hand,
I, the spectacle,
prodding and penetrating
every inch of my confrontational body
           while sullying my legs apart in the mirror.

I, the empress,
embracing and honouring
every inch of my sacred body
           while gently holding myself in the mirror.

I, the patient,
swallowing and stomaching
every inch of my newfound body as I
journey from spectacle to spectator and
from actor to receiver
           while watching someone connect my feeding tube in the mirror.

I, the universe.

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