TODAY YOU CAN ADORE ME

Today you can adore me
you can pull a soiled rag

from your pocket & shove it
deep in my throat & on it

I'll taste all the other women
you've gagged, the people

of color, the Jews, the queers,
the itty-bitty babies.

I'll taste how much love
goes into the securing of limbs

against the bedpost of a narrative
you're puking out in a very

warm cavern, deep under
the shipyard, deep under

my stationary hull.