by Milena Bee
i think of you
every time a bone creaks within me,
a nauseating curl turned barbaric
a shift and my cerebral
tendencies take over, my vertebrae
ache and scream in need of familiarity
you always looked at me
so pallid every time
you heard my body click.
my ankles and knees and hips
none of your concern
but still present, still a noise
your princely nose turned down in recognition.
we won’t speak of my mortal danger, not when you live so far above it and yet
entangle yourself at your convenience.
i love to feel you watch as i love
the scrape of your hands across my hips
the wet heat of our bodies, the urgency
that sprung like a weed from