she sings her songs to kali
as I write my poems for her
black tar burns its way down a roof that shall never be thatched right
I must be a third rate masochist for
I study at the foot
of the servant
of the master
They with their lecherous treachery have made me a cuckold
Oh Servant! Oh Master! Oh Kali!
My face full of tears has lied to me!
I shall vomit up the afterbirth of a child never born!
I shall purge my two mistresses and their one hateful love!
I have evaded them and their cruel distinctions
They may know my one true name but
They shall never know the hour when my mother pushed me out