"Definition" - Lauren Shakely

                    After our damp skins slid apart
                    I nearly starved, pulling
                    on my mother’s drained tit.
                    She used all her strength
                    to shove me out of her body,
                    the last link stretched, slashed,
                    tied in a knot I wear on the beach,
                    flaunting the twisted emblem
                    of first rejection, the eye of flesh
                    that saw love couldn’t last.