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100 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2016
All that womanhood
caught in the roof
of my mouth
was like honey.
I knew it would never
go bad
so I never said a word
about it.
When I thought of my body I saw a desert
covered in teeth marks.
I've had to let go of so many things
to get here.
The first time I called myself a girl
was when you called me a girl.
Nothing is unrelated.
Even the way I move from bedroom to kitchen
and from calm to panicked
makes sense in its own way.
You ask me for my name
and I dip my body in blue nail polish
and roll across the sidewalk.
It is warm
and I think about how birth and death
have become confused in my mind.
I know where I come from.
You don't need to remind me.
I've covered it all in salt
so I'll never forget.