Tonight's Poet Corner: Seeing Double
Seeing Double by Belinda Roddie Let's be real: There are parts of me that I love with all my heart. The little physical details that make for one unique, expressionist piece of art. The size ten feet in black shoes, and the big, brawny hands, with the size eight and a half engagement ring and an equally fitted wedding band. The mighty calves, taut and bold with smooth, mean muscle from so many rigorous strolls. The broad shoulders I appreciate, too. They give me the frame of a soldier, when truly I have the name of a poet. The thick neck and the brick wall back, the thin but arching brow, the sharply curved cheekbones, the perfectly proportioned nose. I love the way my lips curl when the words get too noisy behind my tongue and want to be heard so badly that they forget how to wait their turn. I adore my eyes - their tint, their shape, their size, the way the light splits up the spectrum when it hits my hazel watercolors just right. There are parts of me