falls into ruin by its own weight
after Kiki Smith
Let’s punish all those women.
Let’s punish them hard.
Let’s make it so their babies
fall out of them
like red splotches
and their bodies are open
to whatever invasion we choose.
Let’s show those women
they can’t be trusted
with the frangible innards
we’ve taken so much time
to cultivate.
Let’s haul out of them bodies
what we came for,
new stock, new
civilization.
after Kiki Smith
We were used to living
attached to the ground.
So it was a surprise
to see others living
in suspension.
Bodies soft
as sunflower heads after
winter, hanging
from the scaffold.
We climbed on up.
The thought of bodies
even small ones
or ones we don’t know
living like that
alone
was too much. Lying
on the scaffold’s bars
our breath went in and out.
Our lungs moved
everything gently.
Swing, little soft
bodies,
swing.
after Kiki Smith
You know what I learned in the dark?
First the body gets terrified.
Next morning, sun comes up.
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