Poem in Which I Google Myself

God and I have been in deep, deep discussion over the past few months.
I was not expecting to be interested and yet I found myself engaged.
Now we have begun training intensely.

I’m barely recognizable in “Self-Portrait”
my jaw squeezing so tight that I could feel a strange whine in the bone
I could see the escaping gas changing the colour of the air around it.

My legs are heavy today, but
I shouldn’t say I’m fat or chubby or I don’t like my thighs.
Long after politics has come and gone, I want to be able to live with myself.
This fight is going to be excellent for fans.

Rosie Breese


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