A prayer

my body is not a temple

it' can’t exist within the four walls of a church

it needs room to shrink, to burst, to flood

can’t be confined to one spot on this earth

my body is not a temple

because bricks and stones would hold too tight,

my hips, my thighs, my belly

my divine cellulite

my body is not a temple

it needs no altars, congregations, priests

it just has a singular, simple prayer for me:

please, when you’re hungry, eat