how intimate it is to hold a man by the neck
how easy it is to caresshow easy it is to crush
tenderness is a thing we have to be taught
and it must be practiced dailyI learned how to touch a man
first by watching my grandmother hold a knife
and then by holding one myself—careful not to cut myself
on the edge
not yet ready
to show bloodI learned how to be touched
by watching vultures pick at a carcasson the side of the road
how many times will I dream the dream
of a switchblade tongueopening me up like a fig
and how many times will I
like a fig too ripe to eatopen and reveal nothing
but the American rot inside