HOMAGE TO KOLA BOOF
Kola Boof tried to kill herself.
Her boys didn’t want to come for Thanksgiving,
And that was the last straw.
She has been strong enough to survive anything.
Kola Boof was infibulated, as many girls were
In her native Sudan. The butchering knife cutting the labia,
The remaining skin sutured up, I never
Wanted to see it. I had a horror of it.
Kola had her first periods through a straw.
But she said her cut pussy
Was the only way she was like her mother,
Murdered in her earshot when she was a girl.
She spent the night with her mother’s and father’s dead bodies.
She didn’t die then, somehow.
Kola has been nothing if not determined.
She’s had miles of sex jammed in her,
And it hurt every time, she told me.
I was too timid of the blood berry.
But now I want to kiss Kola’s cut pussy,
Not as an act of sex, but of homage.
I’m Probably Ruining It
(or Why I Never Assert My Pronouns)
Comobordity is another way of saying
and by a million years I mean
at least ten.