My body is a pill. Small. And love is the wrong mans tongue to tell me so. My body dissolves. My body finds men who are water & calls them home. My body is everything that happened to me.
Love is a thing my body borrows to forget. Love is a pill. My body is water. My body is a tongue and love dissolves.
Love calls the wrong men home. Love makes my body a stain that goes looking for water on the wrong mans tongue. Love is a house. My body is a bath drawn in floodwater. My body trickles in through the floorboards. Love is the carpet I’ve ruined.
Love is decoration. Love is an alternative to water. Love is just something to do until the wars start.
My body is a border drawn up by some man long ago. Love is everything that happened in between. Love is the floorboards. My body is decoration. Love ruined all the carpets. My body is the carpet my body is the stain. Love makes it all dissolve.
Love is an alternative to home. Love is floodwater.
My body burned to the ground. My body called the wrong man home. Love started the fire.
My body is everything that happened after. The wrong man is an alternative to love. The wrong man is a map. Home is where he puts the lines. My body is a border drawn by accident by the wrong mans tongue.
Love makes scars on my body and calls them borders.
The wrong man mistakes my body for a body of water. Love let the wrong man decide what my body mistakes for home.
Love started the fire. My body is a house on fire.
My body drew a bath in floodwater. The wrong man is floodwater. Love and the wrong man are an alternative to hating my body.
My body is a body of water, poured over everything that happened to me. My body makes every scar an island. The wrong man makes my body small
Love makes the water and my body dissolves.
—And Now Im Gonna Do an Experiment, Safia Elhillo