Wash Us Away

I never thought you were in love with me, but that’s why

you touched me.

My mother says that

I was so attractive as a child, people asked to take my photograph,

but what do the poses

of a child become?

Not being a model didn’t protect me.

Not being a child did.

I was protected and I am

loved. I was protected

and I am loved.

Now that I am unable to eat, my cheekbones show. I lie down,

thinking of you,

a flood rising across my body.

I scroll through photos, seeing you,

older now.

With a woman.

published in The Cortland Review

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