Anatomy's Problem Poem by Raj Dronamraju

The mirror is awkward but objective
I always found hair, lips, noses hard to draw
Now I find myself staring at people's hair, lips, noses
Trying to figure out how to draw them

The reflection seems out of place
I mock a spastic live action image I know on some deeply buried level is me

The smell of burning human hair
That wakes up a body politic to a problem of Hell's conclusion
And I step off the rails
To make sense of a body I don't completely understand

I find myself watching gymnasts
And I wish my sense of balance was better
I'll draw a stick figure gymnast
The details of a face, a personhood
Are not yet within my ability to understand and respond to