The ringed nostril
– crimson –
shiver and drop, exhale.
snakes silver pipes.
I’m in the armpit,
the buttcrack of the Earth –
burrowing deeper during winter months.
I echo in every child’s cry.
I shudder in every pervert’s glance.
Run ragged, ragged girl,
in every slap of boots on pavement,
every whiff of dying chrysanthemum.
I am the fists beating me to a pulp,
embracing every blow.