What if I could give all the parts of me
I’m so desperate to give
To the people who needed them?
What’s left of my fertility
To my ex boyfriend who never had the chance
But since he was twenty talked continuously
Of the daughter he might have
My marriagibility and my excess money
to my undocumented immigrant friend
Escaping an abusive relationship
And her country which equates to a dead end
And all of my time and loving
To the kind boy just down the street
Who craves my company
But lacks the initiative to keep it
What if I could do all that?