Digression

Food
1.

To a suggestion that I make amends with myself.

To you I say there is no justice,
Without heels on, with no lipstick and no perfume,
And to you who knows nothing of the woman I know—chic,
cheek and all of that—
it’s so hard to talk to a woman
who left me in a graceless world of pretend.

And as I hesitate to speak,
I am so quiet, these days,
I am so hungry, these days,
But in my hands there is never anything to eat,
There is never anything here.

I tried to take a bite out from (of) our lady,
Only token virgin of a common sermon,
And so I hesitate to speak,
Mary tasted of motherhood.
She tasted like stale wine and coffee beans,
And Perry Ellis 360, your kind,

Mary, Mary, will you marry me?
Through you I can bear no child,
For I still am one.

Back to you again,
It’s all to you,

Call me a sadist of the mind?
Point out my dike tendencies—
Do you know what a dyke is—
It’s part of the game,
Part of the game,
So what if I’m a bit like that,
I am, I am, I am,
And a mother should love me unconditionally,

Feed me,
For beauty is what you eat,
The things you can cook,

I’m hungry,
I’m digressing,
And I’m done for now.