A Brutalizing Womanhood by Theresa Famatigan
angels whose en-
gendered wars began
eons before
they advanced feet
in the womb,
on the earth
are relegated
Incubators,
Saviors, as
crosses born are
crossed-out and
continued
vagina shrivels to political purpose,
masquerading pundits potent in pissing partisanship
stagnate change
but she and they and he weave whole-body in a symbiotic dance,
burning enochian magic just
as brightly as their bodies on the spits
of the mouths of dead men
whose hunts and shrieks and tears
stripped me
of my girlhood
of our solidary rhythm
time and time again
angels whose en-
gilded wings weigh heavy
on the backs of mortals,
whose gift is
the Blame of Knowledge and Emotion,
whose consummate suffering
by the hands and mouths of
self-attributed Gods
that do nothing but prolong
the negation of
Eden,
still do fight
still do fly
This is incredible
Powerful. I keep reading it over and over
Has the cadence of a dance –