Issue 95 - Sara Henning

BROOD PARASITE, OR LETTER
TO THE LAST BOYFRIEND WHO HIT ME
by Sara Henning

Here in the matrix of need and anger...never have we been
closer to the of the lies we were living

-- Adrienne Rich, "When We Dead Awaken"

Dear shrill
       and mud-soaked
martyr, the myth

that my scent
       will alienate
your mother

won't work on you.
       So don't tell me
there's shame

in your mouth
       like raw cricket leg.
That hurt breaking

your matrix of need
       and anger feels
like eggshell.

You're a brown
       -headed cowbird
still starving

your siblings.
       When the last sister
resisted, you didn't

just devastate her--
       you ate her eyes,
then her wings.