A DEAD GIRL
My period is heavy this month
but I am mostly bad blood anyway.
Last night, I dreamed I swam in the Hudson,
the river all red from my flow.
My vagina is mostly scales; it belongs
in the water, filtered and innocent.
I taste like warm metal
but I am mostly steel.
My blood doesn’t save; my blood seduces.
My blood runs dry in a pad after five days.
At church, they plead more blood over me
because love is bloody.
Love, is His son dying for a dead girl.
The sin clogs my cervix like an old corpse.
It is safe to die this way, what will I look like
after they drag my body out of the river?