to steal a star from night

i should come clean against the grass stain of morning
resolve to objectify a cause

let it roar rapid through veins
pump hydraulic against temples

feel my cunt swell; a disobedient child
smooshed and manhandled between thighs

i should raise a wire hanger and fist
scream absolution into the faces of right women, quote leviticus
like a conspiracy

allow protest to drip from my tongue;

raise a blue flag, crawl through a pipe line

stake a new claim

destabilize a small, white holy man
and never once
adorn his suffering with laud
or imagine him alone without a chair, a lamp, a table or a bed

i should walk as night

ferocious and dark;
a determined hunter ready to disrupt the underbelly of a shadow

chain animal noise together;

the soft grunt of a pig
to a rat's scurrying feet


a heavy cow sigh to a rooster's squawk

and toss them 25 yards off a cement bridge; a square jawed ruckus, dropped like soft kittens in a bag

but instead of a mewl, i need a scream

some tension
the tickle of a wet tongue at the back of my knees

if i could
i would steal a night's star


turn it off

until 10 billion eyes watered from the missing

and when i thought they'd had enough
and could suffer no more

i would turn off another and then another

and just before the pith of forgiveness


before tide washed a clean slate, in the heavy moments before

the little white man finger fucks me into submission

i would turn off just one more























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