slow walk down downtown

eyes baking/ carving her/

red velvet labia/ ass-cakes/

sweet cheeks/ cherry stem

tied in the mouth/ and knotted

halfway down the boulevard/

I am the one who evaded

london/ who slept through

colonization in a bed of linen/

drew hot lines of water

down my backside/ bathing

for the masses/ massacred

my goody pulps pickling

through the centuries/blue

eyes opening like starving

mouths/ lay her to rest

in cape town/ lay me to rest

god knows where