I'm Eloisa Amezcua and this is "The Unbosoming" by Olena Kalytiak Davis.  This is the first poem I ever loved.  I heard it my freshman year of college and it just totally shook something inside of me and taught me to love words and to love sound and language.

the unbosoming

I have been a day boarder, Lord.  I have preferred the table to
   the Bed.  
I have proffered, Lord, and I have profited, Lord, but little, but
   not.  I was Bored,
Lord, I was heavy, Lord.  Heavy bored.  Hopeless, Lord, 
   hideous, Lord.  Sexless.  
I was in love, Lord, but not with You.  The nine malic moulds, 
  Lord.
The butcher, the baker, the under-taker.  Lord, I was taken
  under.  I Repeat
Myself, Lord.  I re-peat myself as the way back, the way back to
  Myself.  
Lord.  I have trembled.  His face, Lord, and Yours.  I am
  unlovely, Lord, I Nam
Not precious, Lord.  Spy better, Love, and You will see: 
  Inamnothing.  I have Seen
How lovely, Lord, how lovely You are, Lord, but I refused to
  kneel.  I Refuse
To knell Your loveliness.  I refuse to kiss.  And I refuse to tell. I 
  am unwilling, Love.  
I am unwell.  Unkempt.  My hideous loins, Love.  My body,
  which is all Wrack
And screw, Love.  All slack and crewel.  At Your beck and call,
  Love, at his Beck

And call.  Crestfallen, Love.  Of the fallen breast.  Un-clean of
  eye.  Loose of Thigh.  
Ridiculous, Love.  Most serious, Love.  Unshod.  Unshriven.  In
  vain and in Rain, 

Love.  I Live and I Wire.  I Wive, Lord, but I Fathom Not.