Apr 28, 2007
I am born
with a deep trench
between my thighs.
Deep enough to sink
memories of waiting
in evening corners,
submerged under streetlights,
in a flotsam body
exiled by needs
anchored on the sand.
I am dying
with a deep wound
between my thighs.
Carved by waves
like a mouth gaping for air
while hands clamp over it,
stanching red tears
from deep holes
where my eyes
should have been.
[this was submitted for the CARNIVAL AGAINST SEXUAL VIOLENCE]
