My fearful search is done.
I pawed through every discount rack,
the prize I sought is won.
I hate my rear, my belly’s queer,
my thighs are just revolting,
while follow eyes across the beach,
string bikinis baring.
O my heart! Ignore those tarts
in flowing yards of zen.
What underneath my caftan lies
they’ll never see again.
— Peyton Price, with apologies to Walt Whitman and everyone, really.
Peyton Price is the author of Suburban Haiku: Poetic Dispatches From Behind the Picket Fence. You can find her tripping over her caftan at suburbanhaiku.com.