I Was the Dancer

soiled my jeans lie in heaps beneath me
blood marrs the sheets and they stain so easily
swollen wrists, knees, and you swelled inside me
and it took nine months to destroy my body
I was the dancer
my head filled with laughter
and then the disaster
you came sometime after
I was young then
full of grace then
but oh, resentments
l. o. v. e. scratched your name into me
f. a. c. e. and it’s traces of me
curls round your cheeks, christ, you looked just like me
when you took nine months to destroy my body
now I’m in my bed
you tore me asunder
and years after labor
its all I remember
I was young then
full of grace then
but oh, resentments