civilisation ruined* yellow grass even weeds choke on concrete air december light 29 days too bright for a cage in the zoo of pay gaps where we performed domesticity like ballet bruised and beautiful
i ate tradition blind honey-drenched we called it sweet we called it choice we called it love when it was only the slow swallow of erasure but it was silence silence dressed in wedding white silence with a kitchen knife
some minutes after i saw you the blueprint emerged bodies as real estate empires need foundations
you said kitchen's your place power for you was kink dressed as culture as care prejudiced not me you said just fluent in the syllabus of dismissal where my silence was your mother tongue
je viens d'un milieu instruit say it again it tastes better than inheritance education was my escape hatch my father's house: no books, only rules, architecture of diminishment .
whatever was fertile you named hole archaeology of want apertures for legacy for rage for fathers and their fathers ****-coded nescient you left-clicked then fled anonymity as contraception
priest i saw you in the mirror when i genuflected to the altar of credibility compressed myself to fit the confession booth of palatable anger
truth-teller from marrow no father in my tongue no patriarch in syntax i built this language from scratch and spit
your patri-architect face brief in my heel's reflection divine glitch god in drag costume of authority theater of dominion
hey sir mansplains-a-lot aphrodite wept at the sight of you you fear kittens museums whatever carries memory whatever resists revision from your father's echo you learned to fear permanence it keeps score
god became sermon about control became warden in father's clothing you lick the wrapping never open the gift mistake container for contents worship the cage name it sanctuary
you diagnose independence as flu something requiring cure contagion of wanting fever of ambition prescribe obedience like medicine
but even yellow grass fractures cages even dying things refuse your architecture when feral enough when finished performing survival as gratitude to burn to incinerate the honey-drenched lies the curated traditions the inherited silence to burn until only truth remains and the women who speak it