I would love to date a girl
Whom I met by the poolside,
She’ll have already seen me
In my most vulnerable state

With no shirt — already honest
About body, I’d be honest about spirit,
Too. But I wouldn’t tell
Her this; I’d appear

Confident. Maybe someday
I’d let her know what it meant
And perhaps she’d feel the same,
That she was self-conscious

About her belly, ashamed
To be in public without makeup,
Afraid that men saw a body
Without seeing a spirit.

Which brings me to where
I always end up:
I’m in love with the idea
Of her, but do I
Love her?

-Written by Chase Tremaine on Thursday, May 26, 2016

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