Two Small Deaths

                                  I am nothing without pretend

I know my faults

Can't live with them

I am nothing without a man

I know my thoughts

But I can't hide them



I still keep my baby teeth

In the bedside table with my jewelry

You still sleep in the bed with me

My jewelry, and my baby teeth



I don't need another friend

When most of them

I can barely keep up with them

Perfectly able to hold my own hand

But I still can't kiss my own neck



I wanted to give you everything

But I still stand in awe of superficial things

I wanted to love you like my mother's mother's mothers did

Civilian