calicowords
she allowed herself
one bagel every day,
preserving the
skeletal dancer inside
of her.
stares met her on
the streets as she
wiped her pouty lips
you look like the
birthmark i wanted
to have removed
as a child, the
smudge on my
left arm.
mother always
said "you look
beautiful, it makes
you unique" but
all i saw was
another reason
to curse the sun
for baring me
on a cross.