Your Body Is Not Your Enemy Poem by Camilla Keenan Koch

Averages differ and converge
Scale is infinite: thus meaningless
But definitive.
Meaning tends to empty out
Like the east coast boy used to roaming Appalachia
Goes to the Rockies and says:
Now these are mountains!

There is an instinct to call him trite,
perhaps earnest,
And other words for boring.

This instinct will not be felt by everyone
For this
But by everyone, for some things

There is always a one who will take something precious, and declare:
'Kindergarten structuralism! '
Take care to remember that these ones have a magic of their own
And powerful faith
Or they could not bear to act so self-assured