Self Portrait on Easter Morning

At school, the boys say a girl’s body count 

shouldn’t be more than three, they say five at most.

Abba Father, I call,

the day the stripes tore your flesh, 

I fucked a man into my body.

This is how I find myself, 

pilling bodies upon bodies, 

the bodies I’ve fucked 

by killing myself.

I should be at your temple 

on bended knees 

and a sober heart at your divine sacrifice

but

my body is a temple I pray to

bringing men and women to worship 

at this holy tabernacle of pussy.

“You do not dictate what a woman does with her body”, I say to the boys at school.

Misogyny is a rot my body spends years unlearning.

It is warfare. And I am a warrior that conquers.