I Was Once Beautiful

Around the fire, she was a mural; looked down the flames: Girls, this is your bodies, consumes everything it touches— When she looked up, I wondered if gods would ever kill her—she was all seeing: Sit like a girl, and I scissored my legs closed. Yet, you are water; between your legs, a fountain life and death in bed, a river men swim upstream and drown downstream. Grandma! I’d scream. The glaucoma in her eyes didn’t hide her disappointment with me, She’d move her hands to her fac...