By | 15 May 2023

In some galleries I’ve visited,
people who don’t know what to say to a painting
might murmur, “It must be hard to do that.”
Perhaps that’s all you meant back then,
that suffering was something, after all.

The truth is, we never touched.
I remember deleting nudes from my phone,
so you could scroll through it.
I knew you wanted me gone.

Once, I would have let you eat the softest part of my wrist.
But if I pictured your genitalia at all,
I thought it must be cruelly veined like a horse’s neck,
something I would wash with warm soap
and fingertips, like I was holding a fishhook.

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