She’s Done

I feel the dull but insistent teeth of your dinner fork

tugging at moth holes

in my sun dress

asking for me to be more bare

for you

more raw

for you

and so I let them needle away

until the threads are unknotted

and the cloth falls to the floor, and

I am

all that you want me to be

“Your Toy” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Artwork: “Sleep When You Die” by Kieran Sperring

http://society6.com/captain_spezzo/Sleep-When-You-Die_Print