My body is not ready for you
I take too much wine, chain smoke cigarettes and dream up bad accidents
I could brew tea by the sun, prune the rose bushes and eat food from the garden
But I drink mouth to faucet, lie in a yard overgrown and watch the produce spoil
I could be your home, sew you into thick silk blankets and sing you asleep
But I don’t have ample breasts to feed from, a house without sharp corners or a god to protect us
Together
We will rinse the dirt from our feet and learn to be better
But my body is not ready for you
I cry every time I bleed
Every time you leave me