Every skinny
morning’s first minutes wade
through nagging
thoughts On the top
of every month like
clockwork
She thinks
she thinks
she thinks you
are both still fasting
As if every woman ticks
From the same
town As if you all
heave the same weight
from the neck As if
your mothers
fed you the same
ways But like you said She didn’t
even know who Kiki Smith is
on the long trek when You
mentioned buttoning up
for art’s sake Zipping your
wild away I’m sorry
I said anything I thought
I saw a chain
