I have written a lot about my belly - series of poems dedicated to it.
I happen to like my belly.
Oh, I know it's not what the world likes.
I love its soft roundness like a globe.
Stretch marks and scars the longitudes of my life.
I thought about having it tattooed as a globe.
But that would be redundant.
I am sometimes angry with it.
When I can't squeeze into a pair of jeans that fit just last week.
Or when it gripes and grumbles loudly for Ben and Jerry's.
But truly, I adore i.
If my belly is a globe
my head and feet the poles
my navel the equator of who I am
a world where there are still undiscovered countries
peopled with fierce aborigines
who dance naked in the starlight.