I get tan lines between my thighs where they kiss

there is no space between my knees

these thighs made of thunder or

I am a parent a mother they say but I don’t feel that way because I was raised with parents who expected you to obey at all times and if you didn’t

I come from a line of broken womenlike broken rivers singing in a broken songwhere the water starts to moanturns to mudturns to stone

you didn’t love me well you couldn’t didn’t know how because the love you knew was covered in dust