“Not About” Home.

My chest

a chasse gardée
a space for you
to build empire.

Every mornin
when you go
I struggle with
conflicting feelings
I feel
both sane and empty
strong but undernurtured
Raw and whole.

I watch for you
when you comin back in
Brace myself
for your entry
Tell myself that I can open wide enough for
all that space you take up in my skin

You always take off your outdoor face
and remind me
how the fear contained in the width of your breast can
transform into a rage that blots out all manner of
or discovery

When you comin back in


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