in the choice of not chose
I wondered my worth
as if pick of me
placed finger on the scale
making weight of me
greater
it was easy to get lost
scrambling to fill
the absent empty pounds
until I remembered
my days of skin and bones
and bones and skin
where I learned muscle over fat
weighed more in the numbers
flashing in digital fashion
on the bathroom scale
and the illusion vanished
that the scale weighed
my worth
which filled up my
bones and skin
and skin and bone-y
finger need not press
down for extra worth
I already know my weight
it’s why I stopped
weighing myself then
no reason to start now
hazel meadows 