All my friends are getting married
And I am wrinkled in the bath
Pickled, wondering
If the scramblings in my notes app
Should take ten stops on the tube
To the man who bought me marigolds
Would they have bloomed?
But then again I’ve never heard a man
Being told to let things grow
Question saying no
And I've lost so many hours
Hiding from my nakedness
Mulling thoughts beneath the foam
It never felt safe to float desire
Outside of pages
Or a selfie laced with *** appeal,
My body a flattering taxidermy
Gifted to their gallery
In exchange for its stillness
But then again Wanting
Is important I was told
By the man who felt unsexy
When I could not express
The warmth I hadn't felt
Since I was fifteen, reading
In the tongue of another girl
Whose dreams
Never left my fingers
Mar 10
Mar 10, 2026 at 4:05 PM UTC