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DearPoetry

Published: Jul 5, 2013

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Literature Text

Other boys tell me
I’d look best
disheveled,
firmly pressed
against
their skin.

& they know
I am girl-

from the curve of my hips,
to this jutting collarbone,
lonely of love bites
& bruises.

But, your hands shape
falsities out of my limbs
with a tongue speaking of me
in riddles;

Isabella,
Christine.

Why do I allow your body
to find rest against these bones
when you don’t even recognize
the taste of my moon skin
between your teeth?

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