Give me a moment

Give me a moment

We’re all allowed it

When there are moments

Stolen from us so often.

Whatever it is -

Sitting

Lying fully clothed looking up at the cracks overhead.

Wriggling around in bed.

Avoiding certain rooms, parts of town, establishments,

moments in green spaces that I should be allowed to feel safe in,

wearing whatever clothing, no matter what time of day it is.

Scattering parts of myself in places I choose.

Keeping all of me away from you

I am terrified by all the parts of me you demand

And so finger by finger I’m letting go of your hand.