“Cleavage”

purple tree lined streets,

I do not want to be lusted.

I looked for worms 

in the sand,

my legs were just 

things to move with.

I can’t afford to buy

empty words,

I do not wish to fit

into empty spaces.

sheet on the mirror, 

I am a daughter and a sister,

my body is not my soul.

M.L. June ‘25.