Theory on Giving Myself Away

I swallowed an entire city
and everything became a shade of blue

When I think of eating
I see your mouth making a mess of mine

My face is made of watercolor
          I am spreading this time instead of running

When I am certain of tomorrow’s
ballet pressing me out into its soft heat

I lie with pointed toes inside my bed,
my calf stretching its ripe fruit down

(skin broken
and
cleaned)

the table awaits you

To lie still for a man as he devours you
means you’ve grown outside of him

and the both of you know it

To lie still for a man who does not show,
now that is grieving

Neither of you know this

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