Gloria E. Anzaldúa Quote
It is our customto consumethe person we love.Taboo flesh: swollengenitalia nipplesthe scrotum the vulvathe soles of the feetthe palm of the handheart and liver taste best.Cannibalism is blessed.I'll wear your jawboneround my necklisten to your vertebraebone tapping bone in my wrists.I'll string your fingers round my waist -what a rigorous embrace.Over my heart I'll weara brooch with a lock of hair.Nights I'll sleep cradlingyour skull sharpeningmy teeth on your toothless grin.Sundays there's Mass and communionand I'll put your relics to rest.
Gloria E. Anzaldúa
It is our customto consumethe person we love.Taboo flesh: swollengenitalia nipplesthe scrotum the vulvathe soles of the feetthe palm of the handheart and liver taste best.Cannibalism is blessed.I'll wear your jawboneround my necklisten to your vertebraebone tapping bone in my wrists.I'll string your fingers round my waist -what a rigorous embrace.Over my heart I'll weara brooch with a lock of hair.Nights I'll sleep cradlingyour skull sharpeningmy teeth on your toothless grin.Sundays there's Mass and communionand I'll put your relics to rest.