Promethia


I have been asked to speak
about your periods;
a court rapporteur.
Repeat as said!

So this is a man, interpreting spots
the dots at the top of the diary, the hieroglyphs,
the personal space, the marginalia
of tears and daily shame.
A man's voice saying:
forget the ads, the wings and pads.
Think more of Moses and his flight from Egypt.

I feel the theft as I expose your doubts:

Is it to do with some hazard at work?
The D'n'C? My VDU?
Is it to do with back-to-backing? The years of the pill
stealing time and passion.

I have been told to speak
about your periods;
as orpheate morphine guides you through your fever.

The vultures tear at your guts
while I make myths,
and try taboos.

 

 

 

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