Aureliano al-Gaib 
Trista Mateer
For the One Who Loved My Hands
More than Anything Else
You saw only what you wanted to.
There were flowers blooming between my teeth,
promises wrapped around my hips,
handstands in the gangly corners of me.
There were blades in my hands.
I was carving my name into your side
and you were calling me soft,
calling me gentle.
I do not think you were paying attention.