Bite
It's amazing how quickly you can invade my blood stream,
Like your kiss poured seeds in between my lips and I'm overflowing with daisies.
My heart has been invaded by your smile and the constellations in your irises are much too difficult to resist.
If you were to take an x-ray of my bones they would be made of seashells.
Fragile but beautiful, and they have always been destined to be broken.
So pull my hair and breathe some of you into me.
Ive always felt more whole with a hand between my thighs and your lips pressed against my neck.
So bite your name into my thighs, make me remember only you.
I wonder if you dream about my noises like I dream of your smirk.
I’ve Heard This All Before
The
Oh my Lord!!
of Southern ladies in shock.
The
You're so young!!
Of women fishing for weakness.
PTA bullshit.
New town. New faces. New school
for my son. Not for me
Who should be in college classes
(or with a degree, already)
But I will be soon.
Chemistry, because I actually
do have
A brain, and a damn good one,
at that.
They always see my ring first.
Oh, well someone likes you, young lady.
And he does. A lot.
Big ring. Gold, diamonds, curvy, sparkly.
Oh, but you're too young to be married!!
Eye of the beholder.
Twenty four is too young to be
married
Never mind that it's my second marriage.
Children file around us. They assume.
I'm here for a brother, a sister, a niece, a nephew.
Hope
I'm here for a brother, a sister, a niece, a nephew.
I'm not.
Twenty four, some people are
Starting to have children.
Thinking about having children.
Hoping not to have children.
My angel runs to me,
Light hair
Mine
Dark eyes
His.
Mama! he cries, and he throws his arms around me,
While other second graders shuffle
Around us, hunting their mothers, too.
Realization clicks.
Hens start clucking again.
Bless your heart.
Southern for 'Fuck off.'
(In case you've never heard it
in conversation before)
They're all at least ten years my senior.
What was it like, having him so young?
'Uh. Kind of like having a kid, y'know.
But younger.'
They have no clue who I am.
Teenage mother sticks with me forever.
But wasn't it hard..?
'Isn't it always, uh.. Kind of hard?
Having kids?'
No sympathy from me.
I want none from them, either.
Never mind how polite my boy is
How smart
How behaved
How curious
How incredible
...
Never mind how hard I work
And volunteer
And tutor
And love
And try
...
Seems to me like it'd just be harder!!
A woman says with a throaty laugh.
Passive aggressively raised and
trained, I don't bite my tongue.
I can play their games, too.
'Awe... Bless your heart. Probably,
For some people.
But I think I did just fine.'
