I began having

Sex, before

I knew

Anything about it.

I posed. Grotesque

My tongue

Doing something to

My lips

I thought it should

My body stiff

Something needing

To be dissembled

Rather than melted

Into.

(Caught in a picture

My stiffness

Is hardened over years.)

I can claim my grotesque

Now.

Fear of not the unknown

But the will

Of my own soles

And joy even in that

(but know, for you

I tried. And you could

Have been kinder

With my attempts)