Someone posted this today.
Someone posted this today
in a community about, of all things,
inspiration.
Someone posted this today
in a place where I and others look
for beauty
for peace
for distraction
for hope.
Someone posted this today
and it made me
angry and nauseous
made my stomach roil like a sea storm.
That's how my grandma's legs look. That's how
thin
how straight
how angled her limbs fall
against the recliner or couch
or bed
or wheelchair.
True, her skin hangs looser,
and she can't stand at all, let alone
walk pouting down a runway.
But those legs could be her legs,
and neither I nor my tumbling stomach
can see
how that is in the least
inspiring.