Gray is the color of my mother’s
Love.  Who am I?

My stomach
eaten green by
moths, I disappear like
bile across the lip.

I will kiss her
heart into flame, find a new
one.

I will buy the boys black
socks at Sears.

My breasts are too
heavy. Cut them off.

I am the running
bruise, smoothed over by
her shadow.

I am the girl.
I am the wrists.

lani scozzari

lani scozzari is a 2004 finalist for a Massachusetts Cultural Council Artist’s Grant. She is a dancer, teacher and writer who lives in Florida. Lani is currently training for her 6th marathon.