M.G.B

Your lips

Look like something I could float on

And when u laugh

That dimple winks at me

As if it knows I’m waiting for it

And if I’m close enough

I can hear your heartbeat

A rhythmic melody

A Smooth and consistent lullaby.

And your hands

Textured and thoughtful

Creeping up my thigh

Just enough to get warm.

I let them stay there long enough

And then I push them to their destination.

So you can explore me in detail

And turn me into a poem.

Winter Ball.

You stop me in the hallway

After first period and tell me that you can’t

take me to winter ball cause I’m too flat chested

That night

I locked my door and cried into the tissue

that I used to stuff my bra.

 

You always hug that girl

who comes to school in heels

so I arched the soles of my feet over the rejection

and the pain wasn’t even worth your attention.

 

“Why is your hair so short?”

So I burned my ears

before I learned to fold them down

To set things straight,

It’s not short,

just curly.

 

But I couldn’t fit it into the ponytail that I could twirl

while you asked me to winter ball.

So in high school

I put glue in my hair

forcing what I wish I was

to be bonded to what I am.

 

I cried because I thought I was dying

My mom told me that’s just my period

So I laughed with my friends about it

as we bonded over woman things and talked about

losing our virginity

at winter ball.