Phenomenal Woman Rising And Rising And Rising From Her Own Grave, Not Swaying No Brassiness Just Plain Walking Without Any Hope Of Finding What She Thinks Poem by Suki Nakamura

she lost in the streets of
desire,
the skill of the foxes
smelling something pinkish and glossy in the dark streets
of desire, the street car taking me to your arms,
hairy chests, and
warm lips,
thighs and strong legs like pillars
to my dream
building, asses and ashes,
stones to sands, suns and suns,
you throw me like a pebble to the deepest of my depressions
but no man has ever killed suki
and suki rises from the ashes, like a cat with nine souls,
to the heavens
suki becomes her own star,

manaki, beware, suki has all the reasons
to live and take
the centerfold of revenge,
somewhere in the hidden
pages of my
bookish life