My body is, for you, illiterate and so legible
Surveilled and pieced apart
Labeled for easy pickings
Cutlets: digestible, convenient
There is the Feminine in me
Taught and still becoming incomplete, filling jagged edges with collages of unfinished
and running out of glue
Trying to un-teach her-self
there is the “girl”
who can’t become a woman
and is tearing her hair upwards out of scalp
trying to grow into her definition
her footnote reads: not curvy enough,
not exotic [to][IN?] the hips,
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