Beauty

Something that nobody talks about, especially in literature or in poetry is beauty.
So, I wanted to share my idea of beauty.

Beauty is the way my elbows get rougher and rougher.
I was touching my elbows just last week and I hadn't noticed,
My elbows are rough,
They could polish diamonds.

Like how Edward Abbey writes of all the non-normative aspects of beauty in nature.
Somethings are dead, rotting, gross.
Somethings are elbows.