i made his eyes bleed
so he bled my pelvis
of god’s errors
murders of men spitting knives
because i told them
i am what i am
i accept the absurd
so i may hope for the impossible
day i’ll be a person to him
writhing on a bathroom floor
if nobody wanted me
i loved myself for a fleeting moment
my skin was mint chocolate
my smile was a universe
of boundless tomorrows
i am sorry
i am spackled spectacles
i am mangled genitals
i am not what i am
you are yourself...
what a miraculous thing to be!
This poem was written and submitted by rosemary k.