Sarah Kay: “Private Parts”

Tania Sheko
Jul 20, 2017 · 2 min read
Fiona Hall: Paradisus Terestris

The first love of my life never saw me naked.
There was always a parent coming home in a half hour,
Always a little brother in the next room.
Always so much body and not enough time for me to show it.

Instead, I gave him my shoulder, my elbow, the bend of my knee.
I lent him my corners, my edges, the parts of me I could afford to offer,
The parts I had long since given up trying to hide.
He never asked for more.

He gave me back his eyelashes, the back of his neck, his palms.
We held each piece that we were given like it was a nectarine that might bruise if we weren’t careful.
We collected them like we were trying to build an orchard.

And the places that he never saw,
The ones my parents half labeled “private parts” when I was still small enough to fit all of myself and worry inside a bathtub,
I made up for them by handing over all the private parts of me.

There was no secret I didn’t tell him, there was no moment we didn’t share.
We didn’t grow up, we grew in, like ivy wrapping, molding each other into perfect yins and yangs.
We kissed with mouths open, breathing his exhale into my inhale and back.
We could have survived underwater or outer space
Living only off the breath we traded.

We spelled love, g-i-v-e, I never wanted to hide my body from him.
If I could have I’m sure I would have given it all away with the rest of me.
I did not know that it was possible
To save something for myself.

Some nights I wake up knowing he is anxious, he is across the world in another woman’s arms.
And the years have spread us like dandelion seeds,
Sanding down the edges of our jigsaw parts that used to only fit each other.

He drinks from the pitcher on the night stand, checks the digital clock, it is 5 am.
He tosses in sheets and tries to settle, I wait for him to sleep before tucking myself into elbows and knees,
Reaching for things I have long since given away.

Poem of the day

selected by Blair Mahoney for his English classes. Images found by Tania Sheko, most selected from the curated collections of Stephen Ellcock on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/stephen.ellcock and Instagram https://www.instagram.com/stephenellcock/.

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Put me in a box and I'll crawl out. Teaching person who ended up in a library. https://about.me/tsheko

Poem of the day

selected by Blair Mahoney for his English classes. Images found by Tania Sheko, most selected from the curated collections of Stephen Ellcock on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/stephen.ellcock and Instagram https://www.instagram.com/stephenellcock/.

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