I’ll go, rescue you from hell. I have squeezed
the sleaze that says there’s snakes in your tresses,
serpents in your pubes. I’ve been down there, greased
and lubed the garden of your thighs. Bitches
be my sisters. Whores my mothers. Sluts be
my aunts. Wrap me in your gorgon hair.
I’m cold. I like the way you stare at me.
Hard eyes on fire. Beyond false-faith and prayer,
beyond good and bad, there is love. Men build
buildings and call themselves gods. But this bliss
doesn’t come from that. Medusa, don’t drown
in male rage. They say that they were thrilled
to kill you. We don’t need monsters in this
wicked world. Let’s burn all their buildings down.