Eat You as Offering

The last thread snaps

And I am thanking several gods

At the supper table

High tea and high wine

Poured in the vase with the menstrual blood

To water the lawn of a sacred

Government funded apartment complex.

My life is every life of every woman

Who knew she'd rather die

Than allow him to walk through that door

Freshly washed and hung with a broom

Ever again.

Our bod…