Invagination

Cunt.
Tell the truth, that's what you see
when you look at me. A remote control
cunt conveniently supported by an
ambulatory transportation device.

I am a serviceable cock
gratification appliance. I've got your
standard issue vagina or you can use my armpit or the
back of my knee or smash my tits
together into a custom sausage
roll. Ram God's gift
down my throat, that's the
best. You can shut
me up as you fuck
me up.

Go ahead, drive
the point home. Bend
me over, spike me
up the ass. God knows,
it's the only reason
women evolved
out of the slime. We are
the sheath for your sword.

2005

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Thoughts and Comments

In mid-October, a guy followed me home from the grocery store and assaulted me. I felt rather angry about it for awhile.

I performed this piece at the November Poetry Slam here in Eugene.

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