Selah!
you paint on 30% post-consumer waste
chew your nails
read lips
and carry my books home from school
I remain content to walk that fine line
between innocence
and raw sex appeal
especially when I recite the Psalms
and no one really knows
if the earth is round
or flat
it's all just a theory
like evolution
or functional harmony
or germs
or E=mc2
the UFOs in my head
warn me about your kind--
always questioning the obvious
always denying the existence
of goddess
as if my cleavage might harm you
or my menstrual blood might spoil your meat
or my vagina might suck you in
next life, I'll carry my own books
all over the earth's fecund belly
and I will water exotic flowers
with my menses
[First published in Wavelength #12 (Summer 2006)]
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