Many puberties

When I turn forty-four I will 

Get both breasts removed

To prevent cancer

And I will be flat chested

And I will have no nipples

Chapter three in which the 

Body changes for the seventy-third time

And puberty comes again

But backwards and forwards quickly

And with new pain

I will wear the shirts I dream about

I will silhouette into my favorite 

Appearance and I will 

Sweat less at night

But I will grieve the fullness

And texture and angles 

And the way people look

And touch and I will remember

When I first grew them

When the power got married to 

Fear and no boundaries

And people so many adults 

said kind sexy jealous

Rude loving things to me

That I didn’t understand

Goodnight body

May pleasant dreams 

Of easy puberty swing us

Through sun dotted tree canopies

And release us into a free dive

That lands weightless at the feet of forty-four

Kiss her toes and promise her 

Full meals and joyful outfits