Here you are, sun revelation.
There you are, skin guilt.

I stretch my legs, all
capillaries, mosquito bites, bumps, and fuzz
and want to hide them – no gold glow
or window warmth for their imperfection.

To love myself is to change the accent
on a language I already speak,
to let my body soak up 
the unjudging sunlight.

Here you are, chipped toenail polish.
There you are, carefree weather.