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 being 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 showed was
the stem of my tongue, the heat
of my throat, a deeply rooted ability
to speak or stay silent

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 just show me