You’ll shave your pussy for them 
The whole thing 
Hands shaking in the shower
Clippings circling the drain like ants 
Moving through an artery towards something sweeter

The first time Moses shaved your bush 
It took the shape of a half moon
Don’t move 
You were burning under fluorescent lights
Metal table melting into your skin
Don’t move
Your blood a serpent on the silver screen
Dancing from the apple to your vulva to their hips
DON’T MOVE

But you are moved
By the anesthetic and the wet warmth of the iodine
Phantom hands where his and his and His
Used to touch you
Pressing open mouths to the pulse
Teasing the artery with forked tongues

They can still see all of you with your legs closed, you know–
Catheters murmuring Catholic prayers into your groin
Begging your body to repent
For the surgeon’s ordinal sin

And when they’ve finally slashed you at the knees
Caressed your insides from the comfort of the X-ray machine
They’ll sew you shut before the sweet pieces can slither back in

Stuffing you full of empirical evidence
Kissing you through surgical masks
Eating you alive with their barbed wire teeth 

If only they’d slip their fingers inside you
Don’t move
Oh, how you’d scream

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