Yet I give my parts to these men
boys rather

Somewhere in Washington,
my tailbone

In Maine,
ten inches of my hair
taken out of desperation

In Wisconsin,
my fragile wrists

Italy,
my stomach
pulled straight from my throat
under cover of expensive wine
and exotic gardens

but here in California lies
the soft skin of my thighs
a collarbone, broken and replaced
several times
my *****, given willingly
and the dead cells
of my young heart