You know

I’ve tried to love this body

to hold it loosely

as it molts and ebbs.

I’ve tried to love the bloodstains

long hair ass

as a reverb chamber

for the desire of men.

This month, when the fluid build-up

becomes audible

the swelling cauterizes me

seals the skin of my hand

to my breast-bone where it rubs

without stopping.

When I lay this body down

I’m tired of being

a girl-shaped hole waiting to be filled.

When I bleed

into the soil’s mouth it sucks me in

and I am thirsty too.