a day is arriving
blooming inside me like a torn fetus
dripping down the inside of my thighs
like slick and clotted menstrual blood

a moment is arriving
sharpening within me like a well-loved axe
cinching like a break-rib corset

for over thirty years
I have swallowed dutifully
like a good woman
such a good woman
my mouth knows the taste
of semen of violation of salty fingers
of angry men and their fearful belittlements
of endless smallening violences
that every woman knows the taste of
are you sure you know what you’re
doing saying asking implying tempting
showing asking doing saying
wanting doing asking saying tempting
doing existing birthing asking saying 
implying
angry angry angry angry angry angry
why are women so angry?

too late for questions
it has landed in my body
this death of my tameness
the world is all teeth and
so I am become teeth
the world disregards my blood
it is time to make him bleed