The World Is Too Full to Talk About
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<strong>The</strong> percentage of fat in my chest<br />
<strong>The</strong> curves on my hips<br />
Are an abomination that cannot rest in cafes<br />
Along with men with tighter leaner bodies<br />
Skin on muscle on bones is the way <strong>to</strong> be without shame<br />
Men stare like you are scenery which has no eyes <strong>to</strong> stare back<br />
You are the most loathsome wholesome thing<br />
To be lifted and stepped on.<br />
Inciting lust in cafes is a capital sin<br />
and if they are made of sand you are made of hate.<br />
* * * * * * * * * *<br />
He <strong>to</strong>ld me<br />
‘the blue dress you wear is brutal’<br />
it broke his bones <strong>to</strong> see me<br />
so beautiful and young<br />
with flesh and fat <strong>to</strong> fill his palms<br />
I love his love I love his lust<br />
I <strong>to</strong>o lust for him<br />
But my flame, unlike his<br />
Exerts no smoke, no smell<br />
lives inside my womb, internal, unseen<br />
a soft heat which burns no one<br />
inside our room he and I <strong>to</strong>gether<br />
drink the coffee of our ances<strong>to</strong>rs and talk also of the weather<br />
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