Places I Might Hope To Find Myself Naked - Poem by hollie ash
Someday I shall crest a mountain, strip off my clothes and sit atop a rock, dangling my naked legs over the green valley below. The sensitive skin on my ass will complain about the grit of the rock and I shall throw up my arms, toss my head back and heave my chest into the wind.
Someday I will disrobe in the garden in early August and lay in between the rows of beets and carrots, loam catching in my crevices and staining my skin. When a storm moves in, I will turn over, tuck my head under my arm and see if the rain makes me grow.
Someday I might undress atop a tall building, surrounded by concrete and glass and echoes of conversations of people who are not talking to each other. I might strike poses like the mannequins in the stores below, except that I cannot hold perfectly still, nor do I ever want to.
Someday I will stand fully-clothed in front of someone and I will open my mouth and speak of who I am, where I've been and the things I dream of. I will expose my soul through words and gestures and the inflection in my voice and I will hold eye contact long enough so that the whole of me is revealed. I think that then I might feel more naked than I ever have before.
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