i'm sharing this bed with seven sisters, and you
and i'm holding a baseball bat between us:
the soldiers are coming!
and there's an illiteracy between our legs
where parts of me are you and parts of you are me
i'm wearing the costumes of children
so i can confuse, become them
but how do you know what's underneath
what kind of creature is in me?
and there's an illiteracy between our legs (i've tried to ignore it!)
this part, that part
which part, both parts
please say: wrong parts
which word? safe word!
"do you have a safe word?"
"i don't have a safe word"
she shows me a constellation of bites and marks i've left on her body
of bruises from the way we share our bed with seven other mares
look out! the soldiers are coming!