Written by: Gracie Bawden

(Do not allow yourself to be parenthesized

The print of your baby finger spills over the edges

Of those brackets.

You should never be an afterthought,

A clause he can delete.

Your hands fill paragraphs

The life lines and love lines

Stitch together the pages of the book

That is your body.

The stu


                Stutter trapped between your lips

When you try to say his name

Builds the steps

In the library that is your soul

The blush of your cheeks fills windows with light

And you should never let him tell you otherwise.)