He wants to have sex, to touch
you, to feel something. You can’t
help but fold yourself up, trying
to squeeze your body together
into the smallest ways. You do
not feel beautiful, to see him want
you physically pains you. Much like
that empty stomach. Much like
the barely-healed scars on your
thighs you’re trying to hide as you
push them against your stomach
that is far too fat to love.