What has slithered up my insides
and is now resting in pieces?
The unknown’s tiny particles are
micturated. White, cotton balls of
Oh, pitiful, vulnerable, beautiful
Cause of the carnal side to
devour me –
inside out; lunching on the
gifts a woman is admired
It is as if the
curvaceous tissue clutches the
wanton plague; as if it desires
a rest from matronly duties.