Muliebrity- (n.) the condition of being a woman

“You’re cute and smart. But you’re clever enough to not let on that you are, like you hold it back. Sometimes it escapes and it’s amazing You hold everything back. I don’t know why. Maybe because it throws guys off. Probably. But you’re you when you’re you, honest. Your eyes are always hesitant, like whatever you say next is the end of you. I could’ve guessed the first time we talked that you were iffy on commitment, and that’s fine. We all are. You’re just a gal who seems like when commitment is established, it’s beautiful. Everything after is eh.”

Give this man a medal.

I dreamed of your hair the other night,
and how it felt on my neck.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of the way your spine looked
beneath your skin
and the way that your freckles
mapped the midwest

on your shoulders.

There was a road map
so well-worn
along the blade of your scapula
(in so little a time)
that I can still feel your topography

pressed into my fingertips.