He said take photos for me baby show me
I want to see

So
I took them
A series of images that are
My body, the way I experience the world,
My physicality, the reality of me

He was confused by the veins
In the crook of my elbow (I like where
The red lines run hard against the blue)
He couldn't make sense of my knuckles, ragged
And bony and shoving up into
Such a thin layer of skin
He looked vaguely interested at the pink
Of my mouth but what I saw was
The stem of my tongue deep in my throat,
A deep rooted ability to speak

He said these are cool I didn't know
 You were one of those art type girls
But you know what I want baby why can't
You provide