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1. Cowship
All this blood letting into the kitchen sink, whilst I think of changing gears in a big truck or unscrewing my monitor from the computer. A new child hooks into my womb wall like a tick. I began on all fours in a primeval farmyard, a black cow on heat, swaying through a paddock. A branch of a tree is inserted, twining out my ovaries like warm oily pasta. My breasts are hung, dragging through the dewy grass. Your eyes benefit from it. Insects try to form a symbiotic relationship with my flesh. Nature sidles up befriending my body. My mind crawls away, a heart is carried away by angels. The sun beats a hot drum into the back of neck. Your desire for my clumsiness is consumed by the folds of my rump. Don't fuck me from behind, it feels like someone getting into a car. The dewy grass is cut through by the cowship. She said, 'you have cow eyes, gentle, dull, large and brown.' |
