Beautiful Garbage

133 pounds of baggage
makes me the most beautiful garbage.

In the end we're all disposable...

75% water down the drain
206 bones that go to the dog
750 muscles rotted with maggots
and 110,000 strands of hair turned to dust.

Decomposition starts early.

Skin sags, bones become brittle,
muscles ache, and color fades,
but I am always the most beautiful garbage;
with my scars and burns,
stretch marks and pimples,
big hips and humble breasts,
I am a fury of splendor!
a lover, a heartbreaker,
a friend, a relative,
I speak poetry and write truths,
I can cry and laugh
and dance and sing,
I feel pain and pleasure,
I have fought and struggled,

and, in the end, I'm rotten just the same,
but I'm always the most beautiful garbage.