By Katie Laughlin
women come
rubs its back
rubs its muzzle
Licked its tongue
Lingered
in drains
it was a soft
rubbing its back
There will be time, time
prepare a face
murder and create,
And time
Time time
time a hundred incisions
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking
women go
Time turn back and descend
Do I dare