You can be hurt <br />because you want too much; <br />because in your face it says: <br />love me, nurture me; <br />because in your teeth it says: <br />sugar flows to us; <br />because in your tongue it says: <br />drive in the spike. <br /> <br />You can be hurt <br />because you care too much <br />because your ribs swing out like shutters <br />& your heart <br />glows like a night light. <br /> <br />You can be hurt <br />because you need too much <br />because your skin comes off in streamers <br />& your veins <br />twang like guitar strings. <br />You can be hurt that way. <br /> <br />You made your head <br />a wind tunnel for death. <br />You made your womb <br />the world's confessional. <br />You made your heart <br />a lump of burning clay. <br /> <br />You, me- <br />we can be hurt that way.<br /><br />Erica Jong<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/letter-to-myselves/
