my dangerous pussy
explodes if touched
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.
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