Overread at Table 3: Poem of the Day: We strip apart the woman

We strip apart the woman
to eat her mean flesh.
We are ravenous but it comes in waves,
Sometimes we imagine that we are satiated and
at other times we realize that we are not.

We strip apart the woman
and eat her mean, mean flesh.
We wonder why this is, why
this has to be so - but
only intermittently, between
the sinking of the tear and the
rearing back of the head, coming up
for air with an enormous chunk of
blood and meat wrapped around
our canines.

We strip apart the woman
to eat her mean, mean flesh.











To be honest I don't know where this comes from.  This morning I was actually thinking about how it is Super Tuesday and that everyone's voting, most likely the narcissistic crook scumbag will win, so on some level I was thinking about our democracy as the woman.  But that doesn't really work for me; I might have also been thinking about how we - both men and women - tend to tear other women down, and have for so many generations throughout all cultures.

Or maybe it's because I haven't yet had breakfast.  Hell I don't know.  You tell me.


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