She taught me the words for my body and then stripped them away, all my anatomy, my life-giving, my floating head tied down by a thin ribbon and a small but dense weight, made me just like her, disoriented, umbric and amniotic, just a silly game, a wet smooch, aren’t you too young to think about boys, this is what my daddy and mommy do, this is called the, your, my, my, my, oh my, too obedient to say God, filling with dark confetti, small but dense, that slumber-party scent, rape-sweet with shame, purple sparkles suspended in gooey shame, cello-dark like dozens of doll eyes, desire suspended in context, my who has known molestation but still wants, my mislabeled Wednesday, my belly button, my cold seat, I who know but still want, I who just like her, I who think about boys, I who say God like a small but dense weight, I who life-giving feel shame, I who dark desire give in to the cello, no word for body, all slumber
