when you
incessantly told me
to stop eating,
what image did you have in mind?
*
and I learned
that you and I
had a similar face
carved out of the same material
I want my lines to have a different meaning
I want my face to be able to feel release
I want the truth on my face
not the lies that rubbed off
*
you taught me to believe in canons
in people doing it better
accumulating the world
closing their doors
the golden institutions
to seek their approval
at the cost of everything
at the cost of un-becoming myself
and that was a small price to pay
in your eyes
*
who could I
your daughter
ever become
anyways
making all the wrong choices
*
you
would
never
tell
me
the
truth
and
now
you
beg
for
my
love
Croque-Melpomene 