Spread Your Legs

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dreams about failing to reach

no matter how hard I try

I am grasping with a hand that

can’t touch.

dreams about being back in that room

where someone else emerged

someone I wasn’t ready for

that room where they gave me

a body.

and now I carry it around with me

sturdy as a paper bag from the market.

in the rain.

hoping the eggs don’t break.

my insides will never heal.

scar tissue marks my spot

in this world.

spread your legs and be nice.