Consent
On the raido it wasn’t tyranny
she just said
all the men that have assaulted me in my life
have been nice guys
in a voice that made me think of when your finger
pushes through the cellophane and touches cool meat
FLESH you think with your flesh
I was cooking dinner like a citizen
The interviewer was like woah
I put the chicken down and walked outside
The lawn the herbs the ornamental tree
What a sharp and unexpected boredom
Have I Have I given my consent O lazy
girl if you don’tburn down suburbia
where can you go with a pretty mouth Who
will you bury in ankle-length yesses and pearls
Mum arises in the backdraft of my cigarettes
though so long into the dark herself she has
poor working syntax and is flat-out knackered
Kid she spells on the threshold Even the wind
that cannot read or bone a chicken knows its own mind
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