There are days when I want to give
myself in any way that I possibly can
when I’m too tired of being
a whole person
(problems are more easily solved in parts)
mouth, nails, pads of my fingers
peeled or ripped off, I want them
gone, pushed into a safer
body than my own (yours),
cupped in hands that don’t
quake, that let go of Body and Mind on
purpose sometimes when they shriek
and writhe too violently to hold on to
give give give give (please take)
any piece of me that you envy, pick apart
spiderweb red veins, bird bones, brain
matter, my kindness, my love for your
heart, sugar coated, honey, use your hands like
rusted shovels and dig into me, through me, uproot
me, crack open my ribs and pull until
there is a hole wide enough to fit
yourself inside, and if not, let me give
you my legs, and my hips, and my throat
(tear them into beautiful ribbons)
I want to give you enough space to live
comfortably inside of me, nestle yourself against
my bones, let me give you my chipped
frame, my marrow, paint a Lover more vivid
in between the spaces I’ve given to you
sustain yourself on the pieces I’ve left
out for the taking, devour what I’ve shunned–
I can be your favorite jigsaw, baby, let me
give.