
PURGATORY
You didn’t ask, but since
You didn’t, my body’s a brick
Of longing & sorrow, pure red
Blood beaming stars down
Down down into the center of the Earth
I said it WAS a brick, not that it is
LIKE one. This one calls me Miss
Shaves his legs, shows me his cock in sheer
Black stockings, explains his intuitive
Desire to capitalize You when addressing
Me. I feel a growing desire to worship
The Feminine, he says. I do too
I answer, with a ruefulness I know he
Won’t detect. I know its immensity
But I also know the shit and blood
Through which my body teaches
Me the majesty of this burden
Which I wonder if this new