Week 8

"You have cute thumbs,"
he said.

That made me smile.

Strange how we fixate 

on all the skin, scars, and body parts

that do us wrong.

Yet they notice something I never knew.

Your eyes,

your hands,

your softness,

"Like a 17th century renaissance queen," he said.

"Like a chocolate ice cream cone,"

before he ate me up.

It is good to think about while I spend another night 

on the couch, alone.