And If I Tried To Give You

Let God Be Some Tribal Female Who Is Known But Forbidden.

I Am Out Of Practice At Living. You Are As Brave As A Motorcycle.

Love Your Self's Self Where It Lives.

Fee-fi-fo-fum - Now I'm Borrowed. Now I'm Numb.

I Lay There Silently, Hoarding My Small Dignity. I Did Not Ask About The Gate Or The Closet. I Did Not Question The Bedtime Ritual Where, On The Cold Bathroom Tiles, I Was Spread Out Daily And Examined For Flaws. I Did Not Know That My Bones, Those Solids, Those Pieces Of Sculpture Would Not Splinter.