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.