Vacancy Rate

I used to touch myself in unfavorable ways
Curious hands learning the comforts of my body
I didn’t know cues, I didn’t know modesty
But what I learned was censure of my body

I tested the bounds of my skeleton
Licking the bones of starvation
I watched the numbers on a sliding scale
Wavering in the percentile of problem
And griped with the power of control

He used to touch me in unfavorable ways
Cursory hands wrecking the comforts of my body
He didn’t know cues, he didn’t know decency
But what he learned was custody of my body

I failed the bounds of my corpulence
Dancing in the lines of stretch marks
I struggled with the numbers like a car crash
Wavering with the morbidity to stare
And lost in the control of autonomy

I read the news now
I don’t have a say over my body
I never really did in first place

Childhood told me my body was not my own
Sensuality told me my body was not my own
Stature told me my body was not my own
Legislation told me my body was not my own

So when they came to knock on my door,
I wasn’t home