I keep feeling like there is something I need to hold under my arm
In between my legs
I find myself clenching at my knees
I bruise like a peach
She forces her thumb and pointer finger into a cross
She kisses it too
Holds it up to the sky
“My daddy was a rolling stone”
I think he must’ve mistaken me for someone else
26 to 32 days
I am your favorite on day 1
Your least on day 19
The Rhythm Method
I am purple and puffed
I am sensitive to the touch
Like Mother
Like Mother
Like Daughter
The Sacrament of Reconciliation
A man yelled at us outside the church
He said I should be ashamed of myself
He called me bitch
cunt
But he says he enjoyed the show
The porcelain dolls
Lined up on the wall
watching me sleep
32 eyes watching
Not including His
You miss,
you kiss
The church bells follow
Like they know when I am near
There they are again
And again another day
They begin to sing as I walk by
A song about angels
The French say revenge is a dish best served cold
Be like the snow,
beautiful but cold