She swallows her bile like a man
Hands over her mouth
Golden phlegm
Slashing her gut like a soldier
Droplets of viscera travel
Entrails at foot
She laps at bloody palms
Like a dog
Like a saint
Removing her sandals
The prophet, she speaks
The ramble of the bramble tongue
Pins pressed to pupils
Like a king
She gouges and scrapes
She stands unrepentant
She lies awake
Like her father she breathes, “More weight.”