This part of my body,           I struggle to love.
But do you know?

How lovely to touch,
so soft,
sweet,
nothing monstrous for a space so maligned.

There is less of it now, people tell me again and again how much better that must make me.
I search
     for the teeth,
          the poison,
               the dark shadows that indicate the evil within. 
Instead,
I find only lovely doughiness,
a place I would want to kiss on someone else,
and I weep from wanting to stop hating this place that does nothing to deserve it.

(c) Regan Wann 2002

This experiment,
     trying to engage more fully -
          present more honestly -
               put more that is actual me in the world
it's not easy, but I'm doing it.

The people who need and want that connection will find me.  Experiences will be shared.  Some will be good.  Some bad.  Some will be in that in-between, the liminal space that I claim as part of who I am.

Neither fish nor fowl,
a touch of both,
and something else besides.

Join me.  Talk with me for awhile.  Let's see where we go,
                                                                                                                       together.   

(c) Regan Wann 2022