Day 13, poem 3

[serene]

There isn't time enough
or love
to do what it is you wish I would
there isn't love enough
or time
to fulfill your crazy fourteen-year-old boy fantasies
I'm not the hot fat chick in your science class
who you wished would wrap her tree-trunk limbs
around your torso
and squeeze
I'm not the one you will bury your face in
until you can't breathe
and I'm not
no
I'm not
the woman you can feed until she cannot walk
cannot escape
in time
enough