Your Girl Guide Fingers

It is impossible for me to eat
When you tie my stomach in a granny knot
With your Girl Guide fingers.
When I lie on my back
You arch over me
And the darkest corners of my childhood
Betray themselves in rashes.
I post a special guard on all my entrances and exits
Wary of leaks
Or imagine you shrunk
To the size of a little finger
Entering on a voyage of discovery
Through the many layers of shame.

				Clapham, 1990

	John Rule,2004,	
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