I know your teeth
I fed myself.
Everything happened in your name.
When would it become mine?
Something that I could call mine?
Yours to play with, deform, manipulate and curse.
Sending me into arms
And fondling hands
And tore apart with lying caresses
In unfamiliar languages.
For your sake.
Around every single finger of yours,
The extremities of your friends,
Was wrong with me –