I look at my palms

And imagine bone

Full of minerals

Surrounded by red muscle

And warm coursing blood

And think that once

I was the very soil

My ancestors walked on

I was the water in their veins

I watched the rise and fall

Of empires and trees

I cradled the eggs of dinosaurs

And felt a mammoth’s first steps

I took hits from asteroids

And heard the rumble

Of the first automobile

But for some reason

All I can think about

Is how to be more beautiful

When what I’m made from

Is everything