bleeding badly and from the bottom of
my ego “let go” echoes from my body of eager owning “this is
not your battle!” the battered womyn shatters me crawling up
through my mouth & shouting with shock it's about what's south
but it's not about the cock crowing too soon nor the sun sewing up
the moon's wounds tuned into such ambivalent imbalance i'm an
imbecile unfocused cussing out my halves with words like victory and
victim and trickery and sitcom so aggressively i grieve for such
losses bossy & dynamic it's sick how much power i might wield
shielded they cry bitch or more depending upon the engendered or
endangered crowd sometimes my pain is so loud it scares me into joy
boy! i might have been born with crisscrossed chromosomes kicking my
belly & melting all down my unlimited legs so my mouth fights
with frightful fears of gears plunging inward not just piercing me
but twisting it thoroughly through & pretending peace is still
the answer so it's preached & priested to the pronouned communities
yet spilled a lot like hot blood clotting under the doors of our own
home yet we've burned sage together sweetened a room with disposable
laughter shared a supper a cigarette shaped our space into somewhat
of a shelter so battered i crawl to safety in a sanctity that fits
like a cage
fall 2002
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