They said "you don't feel that; you're happy."
They took my me!
So I learned to hide me where
Even cut me open couldn't find.
Now my lover search me with a hand.
Not too deep my love--or I can die.

Probe, and I'll come out the wound,
Darken as I feel the oxygen-bite
Of your--another's--gaze.
Let me slowly creep to light,
Or like a birth too quick
I'll tear again, feel the slick
Drip down thighs to earth: blood-dread.

I dream how body ought to feel
I slide, throb, buzz and zoom!
Then wake ashrunk inside my peel,
Like a withered avocado:
Seeming gleaming full--
But heft betrays the rot.
Hollow as the rubbertouch of undead
That I twitch under still.
In dreams alone, I sometimes grasp
That mythical warm clasp you daily feel.

Daddy it hurt.
My sex raw meat again--
Too big...
Too soon.