Leftovers

The meat of man’s rib. His heart.

Should God taunt me,

withdraw the rib from me;

given out of need by man 

out of survival…

Send my tainted female body

to the heavens 

to be eaten like pomegranate, 

cloy as wine in the angels mouths.

Let me tremble,

as God cradles my womb,

my pious blood to stain his hands.

I’d hear man’s prayers 

as he mirthfuly calls to God,

my laments un…