jumper
i arch my back gracefully
making a woman’s movement
you know that everytime i move i
below me i see net
the way anorexic girls see fat
so i raise my arms high
and i jump.
you catch me like a chalk outline
and justify it by making me feel bad
you treat me like you’re my easy lay
when i look at you i see cement
(see also, heartbreak)
your cast is catharsis
each gauze strip is used
only to cover pain i refuse to see
you’re the glue on the fabric
and the thousand-and-first name
to heal the bruises
but, (hey),
you’re prettier than the scabs i create
i know i do it for you, too;
you remind me i meant to jump
and not fall:
in this pain i fly.