I found my limbs stuffed together in a cookie jar.
by some man or s o m e t h i n g
I didn’t mean to lie
with.
Bitter sugar
trails led me to my body,
skin dolloped in deep plum
jam
severed and salted
in “pretty” p a r t s
pain no longer mine.
High Jar
too fragile for me
to grasp,
t h e b o d y
too “grown”
too easy
So he said …
I aged
out of step stools,
but I kept trying to reach i n s i d e
until eighteen