Treasure Island

Amelia C


HE


He says
he likes my voice over the phone
He says
he likes to go to the movies with me
He says
he likes to watch me wipe my knife and fork before I eat
He says
he likes that I annoy waiters when I wipe my knife and fork before I eat
He says
he likes the way I struggle to eat oranges
He says
he likes that alcohol makes my cheeks burn
He says
he likes the skirts I wear
He says
he likes the smallness of my waist
He says
he likes clear gender boundaries
He says
he likes my silhouette in the dark
He says
he likes that I’ve never had a filling
He says
he likes that I don’t go to the doctors either
He says
he likes when I’m his little girl
He says
he likes when I play Mummy
He says
he likes his hands around my throat
He says
next time it won’t be hands but rope.

Submitted: Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Edited: Thursday, May 12, 2011

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