I pull down | my white cotton panties | in a cramped bathroom
stall at school | rust colored spots | dot the crotch like wet
paint on a Pollock | & you remember | in Carrie mama said
first comes the blood | then come the boys || forget all that shit
mama it’s only grown men | staring | fat snail tongues lolling
calling whoo | baby swing those hips, come on girl | show us your
tits | as if a newly bleeding girl | needs fucked shut once open
my
panties,
wet.
& you
remember
the blood,
the boys.
grown men.
fat
tongues,
those hips.
a bleeding
girl, open.
Twelve
Fia Montero is an autistic poet based in Des Moines, Iowa. She holds a BFA in art and design from Iowa State University, and a BSHS in pre-medical studies from Mercy College of Health Sciences. Her work has been published or is forthcoming in West Trestle Review, Literary Mama, Rogue Agent, and Passengers Journal.