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“Like my thighs, too big
too gorgeous to be loved
by the delicate,
my name breaks itself
to fit in the mouths of my men.
Becomes a single syllable.
Becomes C, or ‘Tine, or Kneel.
I am unmade, then made again
at another’s convenience.
All of my mothers bled too much
for this. Still I say swallow me.
Love only what fits in your mouth.
What do I allow when I allow him
to crack my name into pieces,
& choose what he likes?
What am I to do with the remains?”
- My Name, Clementine von Radics

“Like my thighs, too big
too gorgeous to be loved
by the delicate,
my name breaks itself
to fit in the mouths of my men.
Becomes a single syllable.
Becomes C, or ‘Tine, or Kneel.
I am unmade, then made again
at another’s convenience.
All of my mothers bled too much
for this. Still I say swallow me.
Love only what fits in your mouth.
What do I allow when I allow him
to crack my name into pieces,
& choose what he likes?
What am I to do with the remains?”
- My Name, Clementine von Radics
