Does it ever stop?
Since the night
you were born
your very first wails
were how your mouth
hungers for her Midas touch.
Now you are grown
into your own bosom,
and your own thighs
are muse to the sculptors
of an Hellenistic world.
Still the animal in you howls, caged,
as you remind yourself his lips
were the ones which got you drunk
without ever tasting like wine.
So you ignore your mother’s wisdom of
‘his love does not define you.’
So you ignore ever writing this.
But at night,
not unlike the one when you had
then learned how to growl,
your flesh will salivate
to the thought of caressing the sky.
Though here you are; stuck, earth-bound,
to suffocate in his sheets.”
Sade Zabala, The Beast In The Belly Never Dies
One of my faves from the @danielarsham exhibition at the @mocomuseum