weeper

i
you were three, asleep in your single aunties room. the last thing you remember was your fathers voice lullabing your way to dreams. the absence of people made you wake in a rush and for the first time you realized how sensible you were to loneliness.


ii
you were fourteen, the way he touched seemed inappropriate but it was better than waking up feeling three again.


iii
you were five, you let go off your drivers hand and ran towards an iridescent plastic bag, you grabbed it because it reminded you of the truth.


iv
you were never nineteen because absenteeism grew bigger than your body.


v
am i 26? in every social interaction, they ask me what do you do for a living
                     
                       (i keep thinking about this new word i learned)
i am a doctor
                       (weeper)

for the too-touched

your cup like hands reaching to my milkless breasts,

i could feel the insides of my body making themselves smaller, avoiding the skin, avoiding your uninvited presence on the surface of me

mother said daddy loved me so much that would always be his girl,

And what about you mama?

I got mass to attend

now be a nice girl and serve him some of your chicken breast stew