Psalm

Psalm

by J.B. Kalf

 

I exit the shower still wet.

I brush my teeth. I comb

 

my chest. I roll the deodorant

between the stretchmarks.

 

I stare into the mirror.

I allow myself to dance.

 

I dead drop on a sliver

of soap. And I live

 

inside this graceful slip.

I take a picture

 

to last longer. I am

euphemism euphoric.

 

I am enough. Clutching

my pearls — Goddamit,

 

I am enough.