By Koby Omansky
As a verb, noun, adjective, sacrifice
to the greater god of grammar
subject to the same debate as dresses:
made to fit us or made us to fit them?
The gendering of cloth and letter.
Quilts stitched by matriarchs to swaddle
patriarchs stitching up words to stitch
matriarchs to quilting,
When I am pinkened and tight-sheathed
in clothes that love me soft, girl, bendy,
There is watch, watching, watched.
And then, the sequel: loose-limbed
In boy shirt pant, thumb in a loop,
Cocked-out foot. Men will drink from
The honey of girl or the nectar of boy,
us, the flower of permittance, them,
hummingbirds that have wars.
The bellybutton, having fed,
the breast, to feed,
the ass, fed on. Bear me son.
Bear me daughter
who looks nothing like you,
sidewalk girl. From whose fountain
we have sprung, they remind us: drink up,
baby, there’s so much more where it
The few ways to fend. That hurt, wearing,
Juice of the slipping, sewing by
eaten, eating, having eaten, show it!
the embroidered rose,
lit up from within the burning place
called out in the dark.