Hide your body
Which you have sculpted all season
From the greasy tar of pavement
Thickening the soles of your warm sneakers
You pasted tendons into muscles from the sweat of a thousand runs. And yet you must hide the features
That grace you with animation
So you can lunge, stride, swirl
Across the galaxy
with hundreds, millions, trillions, of roads, lovers embraces, nations to explore.
How do you think your scold trodden torso
Responds to being hidden beneath a cotton cage, day and night, for nothing more than existing?
One day animation will leave your limbs
And as your spirit reflects
From a translucent daydream
you will remember that the very thing that tried to teach you the meaning of love, femininity, and spirit
to cover up.
Lindsey Schaffer is a current undergraduate student at the College of Saint Benedict. When she is not reading or writing she enjoys perusing through museums, going on a long run, analyzing film, or listening to podcasts.She has a poem published in the literary magazine Surfaced as well as three articles published in The Mankato Free Press.