I couldn’t be happier we don’t
still use the word comely as a compliment
for someone’s appearance.
It’s as old fashioned as
worrying about someone’s appearance.
I wish the seeds of this objectivity
weren’t sowed in our most ancient text.
The one we revolve our whole
Yeah but what does it have to
do with you today is the question
I try to answer every week.
I’d like to say, this week,
nothing, but that would ignore
all the time I spend at the mirror
or picking the right sweater colors or trimming
my eastern European hirsutiveness
(a word I had to make up) away.
I’d like to say I don’t care what
anyone looks like, but I’m bound by
the laws of chemistry like
any other human. It’s times like this
I’m not sure I want to say amen
after hearing God thanked for
giving sight to the blind. You’re all
as comely as hell as far as I’m concerned.
That’s the way the kids would
say it today, if they had to
rewrite this book from scratch.
Let’s rewrite this book from scratch.