Your midriff sags toward your knees
Your breasts lie down in air
Their nipples as uninvolved
As warm starfish
You stand in your elastic case
Still not giving up the new-born
And the old-born cycle
Moving, you roll down the garment
Down that pink snapper and hoarder
As your belly, soft as pudding
Slops into the empty space
Down, over the surgeon's careful mark
Down over hips, those head cushions
And mouth cushions
Slow motion like a rolling pin
Over crisp hairs, that amazing field
That hides your genius from your patron
Over thighs, thick as young pigs
Over knees like saucers
Over calves, polished as leather
Down toward the feet
You pause for a moment
Tying your ankles into knots
Now you rise
A city from the sea
Born long before Alexandria was
Straightway from God you have come
Into your redeeming skin