Do you remember how it was when you bled / when you loved
and burned in those flames that you've kept because Vesta's
long been sleeping and now you've come to accept that your
anatomy defines more than a few of the gaping holes in our
social fabric / more than a few one night stands / more than
a few prison bars melted into wedding bands / we've made you
all the peasants & we've made ourselves the kings / our
queens are still subordinate as an angel without wings we
make it easy to belong which means it's easy to be wrong,
put some plastic in your tits and you'd look better as a
blonde / I remember when you were hopeful and you never
thought your life would be lived inside a coffin with moral
sacrifice and a million social obligations labes &
expectations / you were young and modern seventeen in vogue
and vague pursuit of a cosmopolitan dream / when you bled
on the bed as you fed those expectations as a whore and not
a human you embraced with hesitation the parameters of all
you can be; not a mother not a sister not an aunt who's
subdued because dignity's not physical and your flesh means
more than you / I know we'll wake up one day with a gun
to the back of our brains you'll be asking for your rib
and I'll smile and call you brave / maybe someday when this
bloody skull has dried I'll know our city is in ruins and
the greatest source of pride is a monument of dicks and
ribs and gender crowns we wore where underneath a plaque
will read no woman is a whore