If it’s a legitimate rape, the female body has ways to try to shut that whole thing down.
While looking at the throat, bronzed and flayed: the ribs
artichoke-winged, I feel neck-strung and silenced.
Giacometti’s cork-screwed contortions too familiarly …
… subjugate, dear Congressmen, like anatomy you parse
syntactically. Butter-lipped, you scrape your teeth against
my cervical hollows and leave ( ) as the space between…
…my legs where a title lives. Dear sirs, you clip my clitoris
into a neat trilogy. Legislate fertility like a war
order. Brand my haunches with your initials, iron-cast …
… and sizzling. You unsheathe your pen and lick
your greasy fingers. It seems you have studied
Giacometti, that you already know…
… how simple he kept his forms, asking only
that she/it always remain with her/its back
laid flat against the ground.
Woman with Her Throat Cut
1 May 2018