Because I never had any kids.
Because my hips are like sandstone that crumbles.
Because elephants had run off with the pants,
and the A-line skirts had sailed away to Malaysia.
Because I never really wanted to fly.
I only wanted a body with flare,
a geography visible from the moon.
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