Sarah Kay-Private parts

The first love of my life never saw me naked. There was always a parent coming home in a half hour, always a little brother in the next room. Always too much body and not enough time for me to show him. Instead I gave him my elbow, my shoulder, the bend of my knee. I lent him my corners, my edges. The parts of me I could afford to offer, the parts I had long since given up trying to hide. He never asked for more. He gave me back his eyelashes, the back of his neck, his palms.