splitterfasernackt | ponytail | a poem

I painted myself without hands and feet

because my hands were not my own

and I couldn’t run away

*

my mother became a better mother

once she stopped being a wife

my father never let his daughters forget that

he needed a wife

this need never left our four walls

but we would

eventually

*

I observed that sex poured out of a tortured existence

and love was an inexistent light

that hadn’t touched the horizon

*

I was born with invisible laurels

because one body had survived another

one body had endured another’s lovemaking

*

for men sex was in no need of language

sex was action

and women wouldn’t even mention the word

as if in fear of a conjuring

the monster showing up in the room

upon evocation

rendering them insubstantial

*

women being chased out of their bodies

men taking up the whole room

*

emptiness hardened their bodies

his presence implied her absence

and she became a body that let him through

*

I roamed from war zone to war zone

and as I tried to see the best in you

you took advantage

and stayed who you always had been

My own drawing © Laura Gentile 2021 | Instagram: @melpomenepaintings

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