He used to bring me into the bedroom
He knew I liked to talk and
that my mother and grandmother were
terrible listeners and so he knew
all I wanted was an ear.
And so he’d let me talk
and even better let me ask questions.
mmmmmmmWhat’s that for?mmmmWhy do you have those cages?
mmmmmmmmDo you like the white bird best?
mmmmmmWhy do you pick up the turtles up off the high way?
He says he likes to help the broken things.
I’m happy to feel special. I’m happy to have someone
to listen. And so when he smiles and tells me that kisses
make breast grow bigger.
mmmmmmmmmI think of myself as a turtle on the road.
When he undresses as I sleep and makes
enough noise to stir me, I pretendmmmmmmmmmmmmm I’m white bird.
When he lays his face, on the sheets thatmmcover
the space my grandmother tells memwouldmmmake Jesus cry,
I crawl into a quiet cagemmm and let him
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmbreathe me in.