there is a sliver of predictability when it comes to the human body.
just a sliver.

you have made a composite of what the body is supposed to look like- which i can only assume is the average of the ones that are around you.
take everyone around you, and divide it by the number of people… right?
maybe the bone structures almost line up with each other
and maybe the legs are a little longer.

and you stare at this collage as if you are supposed to morph into it.

but i haven’t made a composite.
and your body isn’t up for a comparison.
and the way your spine curves
and the way your bones feel underneath your skin
underneath my fingertips
feels like drawing on blank canvas
or writing on an empty page

where there is nothing else 
and anything can become beautiful