My nakedness reveals vericose veins of ache
and in this bare moment I can feel
the truth of my shape.

I have been a two-way mirror
reflecting the feelings you had for me.

If you said you're morbidly obese,
heavy as a teaspoon full of neutron star
then I would be a cellulite cow.

If you said you're charming as a warlock's philtre
then I would be sugar, spice, toad penis, mice feet.

But I've turned on the lights
so you can see through me
and now that I am naked
I don't even know
what I am anymore.