Yet even from this bed
the anger rises day by day
and digs trenches to fortify its seed. so we
swear, accuse, sometimes punch flat-handed the stubborn skin. You tell me what it means to wait and work afternoons with dishes and floors. you tell me my friends who pace and strut ignore you, or notice only your sex. How you hate them!
See your tears fly out at them like diamond-headed spikes. See that it's me you've hit. Let the sound surround our bed, let it fill up the room as high as the windows. Put your hungriest cats to prowl inside my skin. Lets nothing escape: the mouth will scretch and harden into my best smile
Everywhere muslces are dying. Out of my throat you will hear me cursing, you will hear me roaring. When it is my turn nothing will change. the mirror will fall, history will vomit at your name