19 May, 2019
A needle and thread:
Imagine yourself in your hand,
loving what you want to mend. That’s easy.
What’s hard is pulling yourself through.
Be a backwards Susanna. Watch old men stroke
their beards while you bathe. Learn to love them.
They are your wet nurse, your supple, your seethe.
Hold the storm to your belly, feel it
sizzle and rupture like the first man you loved.
Returning, tell the sky what you’ve proved.
Learn what it’s like to give birth in the snow,
lap placenta from fur, feel five sets of teeth pull
at your teats. Carry always that hunger.
Be your own bride. Speak tenderly
to your shyness. Touch the shivering breast.
That’s your answer, your tryst.
A closed curtain:
Remember the first time you bled.
How, after that, you tried to keep everything in.
What you hide is shame and desire, its twin.
Be enamored by the promise of skin.
Like a tyrant, let someone else stroke your fear.
Part your knees. There’s salvation here.