"MY VAGINA WAS GREEN WATER,
SOFT PINK FIELDS,
COW MOOING,
SUN RESTING, SWEET BOYFRIEND,
TOUCHING LIGHTLY WITH A SOFT PIECE OF BLONDE STRAW.
THERE IS SOMETHING BETWEEN MY LEGS.
I DO NOT KNOW WHAT IT IS.
I DO NOT KNOW WHERE IT IS.
NOT NOW.
NOT ANYMORE.
NOT SINCE.
MY VAGINA WAS CHATTY, CAN'T WAIT, SO MUCH SAYING
WORDS TALKING, CAN'T QUIT TRYING,
CAN'T QUIT SAYING, "YES, YES."
NOT SINCE I DREAM THERE'S A DEAD ANIMAL
SEWN IN DOWN THERE
WITH THICK BLACK FISHING LINE.
AND THE BAD DEAD ANIMAL SMELL CANNOT BE REMOVED.
AND ITS THROAT IS SLIT
AND IT BLEEDS THROUGH ALL MY SUMMER DRESSES.
MY VAGINA SINGING ALL GIRL SONGS,
ALL GOAT BELL RINGING SONGS,
ALL WILD AUTUMN FIELD SONGS,
VAGINA SONGS, VAGINA HOME SONGS.
NOT SINCE THE SOLDIERS
PUT A LONG, THICK RIFFLE
INSIDE ME.
SO COLD, THE STEEL ROD CANCELING MY HEART.
DON'T KNOW WHETHER THEY'RE GONNA FIRE IT
OR SHOVE IT THROUGH MY SPINNING BRAIN."
CHANGING.
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