I know my mother’s face
with my father inside of her
and I was born with both of them
fragmented
buried
disembodied within me
*
how she looked away in horror
and he, devouring, absentminded, ferocious,
besieging what’s his
owning what’s beneath him, women
tearing through her
lust and horror
logic
paradox
birth
*
disruptive
*
and he looks at me for the first time
u g l y
he said out loud
*
women collector
daughter denier
*
men put words in my mouth
*
I stop speaking
and start to write
*
you can’t catch me there
*
I’ll make your head spin
Croque-Melpomene 