my liquid body
blood, sweat, milk
from my many openings glisten
cum, spit, tears
speak through me
I listen
tapping into body memory
liquid being secretion
of pleasure, protection, depletion
grief-ridden
all-night dance driven
labour of sacrifice
body making a mess
out of this mass of flesh
compositions of salt seep
from skin
drip down my lips to chin
are these tears of pain saltier
than their sisters of joy ?
Moe Clark
Texte publié dans le No.23 iskwêwomxn
