I am fat
and he wants to see my clavicles, my thick
white skin is bunched
up onto even paler bones. I
wish to hide them
as they are proof that I can be broken –

and he has a cigarette
between his teeth,
moving it like a **** before it enters me.

Dragging it into my deepest places,
the hollow
of my bruises, empty me
so he can see just what keeps my shoulders
from splintering under the weight

of my heavy
head. My heavy everything –
he sears away the flesh and it feels as if I
am evaporating like milk.