she is sweet like antifreeze

Oh baby,

we are unstoppable.

Let no man put us under.

Do you hear me?

We are unstoppable!

We are the brides and the beasts of the planet.

We are desire and discourse.

We are virgin sin red and ripe for the plucking

but far beyond the reach of the tallest suitor.

We are wet dreams and sex tapes destroyed in the fire.

We float in the air on heals made of iron.

We are in control of our everything.

They cannot bring us down.

unless we let them-

unless we want them to

We will exist dancing in black cat-suits
on marble floors
alone to the sound of a jazz bass.

We will be cigarette smoke on the dark street corner
disappearing through the billows of underground steam
when they look back to see
if our image was real.

Woman,

your feet have been stuck in sugar for too long.

Their hands are knotted in your hair and
you think the tearing out will hurt too much-
that you need their help or, a compromise.

I tell you,

you will cut their hands at the wrists
and leave them with a gift of black-silk sutures.

We will set out with the wind for our tangles
and the rain for our breath.

They will try to follow, convince us, call to us,
and grab tight to the strings of our hearts-

but we will drop them on asphalt

turn heal to the night

and leave them with a fading memory-
the desperation of poor eyesight-
the image knocked out of focus in the moment of exposure.

We do not need anything they have to offer us.

We do not need anything at all.

we have each other

we have our bodies

we have our unified voice;

and we will not be pulled down drowning.

We are the ones who do the killing.

We are the ones who trick the hand of dice
with red lips and white thighs.

We are the ones.

We make them weak at the side of their wives
and oblivious to their own children.

We pull the shots and drink them down just the same.

I think you have forgotten where you've come from.

I think you have forgotten who you are.

I think we have both forgotten

what we can become.

We are unstoppable.