She wanted to but could not;
Chest hot with words
Mouth even opened so
Each bee could charge forth
She assailed to the pillow
Softness breaking into
The even-softer
— And I realize she hasn’t changed
Even in the face of all this she hasn’t changed
Enough to express a dislike for Chinese food
Or anger at being always asked
For more and
Better and
Longer and
Thinner and
Smarter and
Richer and
All
She feels you insisting she wake
And produce for you
Something she wants for only herself
You’ll take all your privilege
She, without protection
Only distance
And you wake her between nightmares
As if you’re about to take care of a child
But all you want is whatever she has
Left to give:
Some last drops of milk from the breasts
You’ve come to the Female trough
She has none but Medusas
You would always unsettle the slumber
To satiate desire for any body
Even hers, the hated
And hate on it
She said “performative”
And you so enjoy an independent woman
Who can deal with her shit on her own time
Congratulations:
You’ve just won her crushed chrysanthemums
Ten Years and you don’t
even know she is bruised at all
Except when she is drunk and wears red lipstick
For the performance
All you men
And your daydreams of the female wellspring
So resplendent
Moon Bodies 