i am the tired, aching feet
that carry my sadness
through the dirty markets,
stomping on my bed of night terrors
i am the firm, soft hands
that pull your body to mine
closer and closer
when we lie naked in silent togetherness
i am the full, rounded ass
of the fatted lamb
ready for slaughter
stampeding in dazed confusion
do you know me?
i am the delicate, curled eyelashes
which catch and register my salted teardrops,
tiny, fallen kamikaze combatants.
i am the stinking hair and teeth and nails and skin
of a dying wildebeest howling in pain,
covered and writhing in her own shit
have you seen my face?
i am wrists and breasts and ears and blood
i am lungs and thighs and lips and sweat
i am a woman who knows
that there is more to knowing