My Neglected Imposition Poem by Anna Luiica

For you,
My neglected imposition
Taught young to judge the lines of bodies
Grew without the needs of others.

Fragility
Rests its tired head in your knees
On the edge of pavements
Brushing long lashes
towards the lights of suburbia.

The night
Belongs to your crawling skin.
With smoke filled lungs
Sleep comes easy.

To be missed,
Drifting thoughts from foreign islands.
The dream of you and your brothers
blossomed in the sweat of exploited skin.

Crossed neglect
Through tides of washed hunger
To find home in the arched backs of young men.
Desire calls you by name.

Your mother’s disappointment found a home
in the sweet taste of my perfumed curves.
Thick pupils drugged on birthed abuse
Want the thinness of your bones
To plunge in reserved waters
To be bathed in feared rising tides.