Bulldagger
How the word began a bull raging
between her teeth the woman who raised me
its red rushing toward the skein
of my body’s yearning how [ I ]
splintered to form under a tremendous nature
the bull’s rush through soft tissue & tendon
caused a stampede in [ the wet & steaming parts ]
of myself, I resisted any given nature, becoming both
[ animal ] & [ the field ]
[ shame ] & [ burden ]
my tongue fattened by blind fury
at the enticement of frenzied gods
my fine silt a flood me, a bountiful river
pooling at the feet of another
begging the water to be pulled from my skin
how the word began open as a bull’s mouth
all consuming as a rushing tide
in the hue of blood
two sharp things like daggers growing at each of my ends
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