- Snake Oil
A large fold of skin—I think, It's swelling—
but the doctor sees no inflammation—no one explained how I'd grow
old—no one told me how the skin's loss of elasticity would show
on my fingers, my mons pubis, the abdomen, at the bend of the arm—
this thin skin has new meaning and soon I can't leave my house
without foundation—every scar, every sun spot rises to the surface, the skin
uneven, the face a landmine—I can feel the changes, the shift in fat
distribution, the uncertain bones, and could it all be hormones?—the doctor says it's normal, [End Page 274]
but I want my old body back, strong, sleek … fingers tapered, even if it takes
snake oil. [End Page 275]
Donna J. Gelagotis Lee is the author of On the Altar of Greece, winner of the seventh annual Gival Press Poetry Award and recipient of a 2007 Eric Hoffer Book Award: Notable for Art category. Her poetry has appeared in journals internationally, including the Bitter Oleander, Feminist Studies, Frontiers: A Journal of Women Studies, the Massachusetts Review, and WSQ. She can be reached at leedjgel@gmail.com.