I'd like to like
my body -
dressed / undressed -
whatever.
Yet,
for the most part,
it disgusts me,
filling me with spiky
contempt.

So I try
to live separately,
take my dualistic tendencies
up a notch or two.
'I' am not this
wreaking flesh,
but something more,
something higher,
the 'I' that lives
and loves
life.

Amputate this body
and the mind can
be,
at last,
freed.