ON THE ROAD
When you find a woman on roadside dressed lasciviously, drag her through gravel and blood,
through thick hedges grieving in sunlight and briefly attempt her revival so as to avoid suspicion.
Finger her braids and penetrate her mouth with your index finger, gliding it along her teeth and gums
and then spread her jaws to watch her tongue glisten.
Then place your hand on her stomach and imagine she is dying, giving birth to your first child. Lift
her shirt awfully and rest your ear against her navel.
Listen for screaming, for the subtle trembling of ignition.
Lift her skirt. Pull her frayed panties to one side.
Push, you will say. Push.
Underneath her is a rock drenched in sweat, blood, and piss.
Carefully raise it to your chest. Love it as if it were your own.
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