my bones bear witness to history
like the rings of a tree
this thick skull has seen more fractures and splinters, has borne more concussions then you most likely have teeth.
These thighs spread apart forced open like th unvwiulling maw of a clamshell
violated like some obscure warning.
these ribs have padded punches that my lover couldn't deliver back to her childhood
the scars in my arms legs stomach breasts are rivers on the globe of my body where the rivers of my pain overran my eyes and bled me
ii.
if i jump when you move too suddenly
cry at insignificgant moments
if i scare too sudden
delight too easily
come too quickly
if i cringe in my selpp
you should know
that it's history that still hurts me
and I'm afraid that you might too.