Tub of Legs (A Poem)

I have risen and the morning sounds like the incessant cooling action of my refrigerator

The counter top is riddled with dirty dishes and empty containers

Bed sheets are in a twist and spilling over onto the floor

Crumbs and dust line the corners and creases

Photographs of my grandmother, girlfriends, and sisters sit about singing sweet hellos to me

I want to bathe in women

Feeling their smooth legs tangle around me

To bury my head in their naked breasts

and my face in their empty crotches

for protection, for warmth

For a reminder of me, to be closer to myself

I AM A WOMAN

So be it. Thanks and Praise to the Goddess who came before me.