Body

 And my body says:

there's a fucking cosmos in here

suns stars galaxies comets

you should know

I am so much more than 

a storehouse for your trauma or

a battleground for your conflicts or

the bearer of your scars or 

the carrier of your soul

so don't pull your reductive objectifying imperialist bullshit on me

I am not something to be colonised by

whatever good intentions you have this month

or your warped ideas 

about purity and perfection. 

Let's just say

I know all your sleights-of-hand

your baiting and switching

we both know who you are

and we both know that you should be

on your knees

sinking into me

worshipping at my feet

and howling at my very miraculousness.