For many years I have looked at my body

In a full length mirror

Naked as a jay bird, the fat witchy kind, a

Roly-poly jolly plump pigeon with a gnarled beak

Like other birds on this cold long night

Wishing I was instead an ibis, all plumes, or a swan

I cavort in front of the mirror, this solstice

Chasing away the dark

Look this way, that way, cast my witchy bird eyes

To the long night, to the bright stars

I suck in my belly and stand up straight

Push out my chest, lift my chin, look into the mirror

Cockatoo I think, lifting my arms

Dove I say, leaping into the air

Outside it is the longest night

And inside I am a bird of paradise.

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