i am two strangely
small hands
(outofplace.)
attached, never
leaving, the two arms
always stretched into a
perpetual, please-
give-it-to-me-nice
hug.

i am scars that
trail over freckles
and past hurts
that i, without thinking
or perhaps thinking
a little too much,
made permanent in
my flesh.

i am firm breasts,
pink and alabaster
smooth and often hidden,
that lead to the
never-quite-flat-
enough area.

i am two long,
winding legs, strong
and knotted like
the hundred year old
oak tree whose roots
reminded you of
clotted veins.

i am a girl-
accidently-turned-
woman. young, but
not nearly
young enough
to swallow all
of the bullshit
you feed me.

so now that all i am
all that i have been
is clear, maybe
you, and all that
you have been,
can accept me.

11/27/2008

Posted on 11/27/2008
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