Jo Blair Cipriano

a year after the rape, you attempt intimacy

between your limbs and hers, a current sweat, powder, the gentle signs
of erosion. you wanted this. how do you hide? your loyal fat
retreats when touched: an ant follows the scent of its leader through unstirred
dirt. memory transports itself the small legs of your grief
warm her mouth for days. she leaves & the blood stays in your body.