The Throw Girls In Jail For That, You Know
I was suckling a pear and trying
not to violate too much halacha but,
like, come on, you know? What
is the juiciest fruit, what cream
is richest? I want
to be your best—or
your worst, as long as I’m
the Most! My legs
don’t bend that way but for you,
I am willing to break them!
For only you, I am swampy, I am
old growth and sugar cane.
I would do anything for you as long
as it’s useless. I would drink a finger
drink a fist, a foot, a thigh! Aproned
and becoming, I disobey the limits
of my sex. Somewhere
a man of the house occupies his chair,
while somewhere I lose a boot. You
could find it, if you wanted to, tumbled
wanton before your feet,
wherever they are.