Someone once asked me why
I starve
When I know it could **** me
“It’s not even attractive
To be that skinny”,
They said.
I let the sentence simmer and bubble in my crockpot cranium,
And chewed it for a long time
After it was done cooking
“I want the parts of me”
I said
“That nobody has made *****
The hips and the ribs and the spine
And the knobby knock knees
That so many man-children
In my young life
Have not had the chance
To bruise and scratch
And touch
And dissect.
I want the bones
And I’ve wanted them as long as my hole punched
Memory can recall
Because they are the one thing
That has ever,
Truly,
Only,
Been mine
And mine alone.
The secret I can grab with both hands.
-people can not destroy what you keep hidden
Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 2:49 PM UTC
Someone once asked me why
I starve
When I know it could **** me
“It’s not even attractive
To be that skinny”,
They said.
I let the sentence simmer and bubble in my crockpot cranium,
And chewed it for a long time
After it was done cooking
“I want the parts of me”
I said
“That nobody has made *****
The hips and the ribs and the spine
And the knobby knock knees
That so many man-children
In my young life
Have not had the chance
To bruise and scratch
And touch
And dissect.
I want the bones
And I’ve wanted them as long as my hole punched
Memory can recall
Because they are the one thing
That has ever,
Truly,
Only,
Been mine
And mine alone.
The secret I can grab with both hands.
-people can not destroy what you keep hidden
