Deranged, deranged am I,

To feel pain as sex,

Sex as food,

And water as sex.

***

When a woman looks stern

And bends me over her knee,

And lays hand to flesh

And leaves red marks

As blood pools...

When she tells me

She will feel it

More than me,

She is giving me

A sacred permission

To scream and cry and moan.

***

When I have let out the sounds

Of every mental pain with which

My boyfriend, my boss,

My priest and the president

Have in the last month

Fucked me in the frontal lobe

I will feel empty as a stomach

For her to fuck.