soft and luscious
with layers that drip and bleed
this pussy has painted her pain
in oil slicks on pavement
prowled through back alleys
howled at unrelenting moons

nevertheless
this pussy’s grown strong on your scraps
this pussy is proud
she bows to no king
dancing like fire through jungles of lies
she melts your snowflakes
huddles her masses by millions
heads high, fangs out

she is no fraidy-cat
she will not de-escalate
this pussy will flesh it out, lash it out
bear her claws on velvet arms
and move on you like a bitch.

do you hear the slow growl
of her red tide growing?
do you feel her pussyfeet rumbling
rearing, roaring?
she does not heed your warnings
she is done with your explanations
this pussy persists

this pussy
will eat the canary in your coal mine
for breakfast.