I think that candlesticks
grow from out of the ground and believe that
I can reach starvation by not going
out dancing
for two nights in a row. The sunlight makes me dirty
and undeserving of his love
because now everyone can see why I am
not good enough.
I created this loneliness all on my own,
there is a gap between the ring and my finger
second farthest from the left –
men put so much weight on whether or
not my ring finger
is metal plated. I guess I do, too. My hands purge
after they have binged on him
and when I promised
all my lovers that
I would get lighter for them if they wanted,
he bought me a white dress
which lights me up like a match or shooting star.
