Saturday, February 18, 2017

Skin to Metal

I’ve had a knife pointed at me.
And an older girl groped me, unannounced,
when I was young enough to fantasize
but not old enough to understand.

I, too, have threatened with weapons and words,
and have forced my hands and lips onto lips and hips innumerable.

I tried to separate my-self from my…


Standing, skin to metal
(where I have been the skin
and I have been the metal)
(where some folks—not me—stand daily)


Pound my chest every morning and weep.

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