sizing up hips and
breasts and curves
ripe with fruit and wine
gauging the depth
of roots that signal life
grown in small spaces
you lift invisible tape
to places you have no
right to be renovating
these places are not yours
these places must grant permission
they don’t exist for you to reimagine
they are remarkable just as they are
you fashion a row
of identical homes
and your dullness shows
you fashion a row
of identical homes
and no one can find their own