we are decked head to toe
in our ancestors’
striped with the arteries of
bathed in the burst scabs of obstinate knuckles,
seasoned by the day,
the sweat of too many suns without
chasing for scalps.
curves like jello axes,
hearts like meandering cannons.
chipped nails holding prayer, tongues,
the clipped wings of our grandmothers,
clawing at your porch,
oiling the glass
sneaking up your banister
sliding under sheets,
i’ve got an apple for you to bite.
breath like gentle reminders from God,
now, now, learn to be amenable
feel the uneven pulse that vengeance wore.
pausing so you understand the difference in
revival and survived,
glint from the cutter reveals an untamed eyelash:
unpainted and short and straight with might.
partially cloaked but baring light smiles,
wayward breasts you can’t touch,
a heat between our thighs that you can’t hunt
and it’s close enough to
wearing the mask of
an unlectured howl,
a thorn plucked from our ribs,
a blood crusted march,
a cold new vendetta.
to get you.