because my pussy
is a secret agent
who refuses to talk!
paramedic!
bomb-squad expert!
fire!
fuck me!
(emergency sirens
wail
and cars pull over
when you fuck me)
when you fuck me,
shocks
go CLEAR
up your arm!
powerlines
bloodwhip
snap!
copperlines
bust up yr
metacarpals
radius
ulna
electric
funnybone
right up
yr arm
fierce
to break
your heart!
Liz Henry is a poet and translator in the San Francisco Bay Area. She runs Tollbooth Press and a zine, Composite: Multiple Translations. Her work has been published in Two Lines, Fantastic Metropolis, Cipactli, Literary Mama, and Caesura.