Insecurity
If I could, I would press my hair straight
remove my ribs
cut the meat from the bone
stretch my skin back
have a tongue so sharp it could cut a bitch
I would wear white and eat in abundance until my belly is full
Unashamed
I would be toothpick
brittle
commercial laugh and just another girl
Sometimes I wish for this
Sometimes I wish to shrink, disappear
Sometimes I am stretch and pull and poke and prod and squish and uglyuglyugly
and sometimes I ask myself
but what of my soft body?
What of all the stories it has carried?
What it has seen? What it has held?
No one else has held me underneath the moon like she has














