Ask Me To Write a Poem

Ask me to write a poem
about kissing witches in my sleep.

Ask me to write a poem
about the bump on my middle finger
from forcing pen to paper.

Ask me to write a poem
about the discolored bruises on my knees
the poetry written in ink upon my flesh—
the love in a foreign tongue on my wrist.

Ask me to write a poem
about Boyfriend,
my possessive Siamese,
about my rose thorn teeth,
and the battle scars I wear like trophies.

Ask me to write a poem
about how my own words make me sick,
about how I swear I'll die by the pen.

Ask me to write a poem
about boys and peaches
and how I wish they tasted just as sweet,
about how I sanded away layer, after layer
after layer—just to see if I really bleed ink.

Ask me to write a poem.