I forgot how to say the words
I swallowed them whole
in the seventh grade
which is the general age that
girls realize it’s not lady-like to eat.
It’s lady-like to be thin,
So famished for nutrients
that there is little to do
but to swallow your own voice,
praying that it will
fill you up,
praying that it can be
And then years later
when you are familiar with love
and have learned all the corners of your
spine standing tall,
that you were conned,
and that bodies-
and that you are allowed to want so much
that the city seems to open for you,
and that there is nothing holy about
the pressure to shrink yourself.
And when that happens,
you’ll forgive your 13 year old self
for forgetting her words
and you’ll write a poem for her
beginning with the words
and you’ll understand
what the prophets were talking about
when they said words can taste like honey.
Nothing is lost anymore.