11/7/16

from A Red Witch, Every Which Way

"my so called partner starts
eating them before they're ready.
It feels like every time I eat
it pulps out out immediately,
it explodes itself inside me
instead of growing all the way.

I'm starting to hate my body.
The only way I can control it is if I starve,
stop planting, stop hanging
my art on my own hooked walls."

from the poem "Broken Burial", within the full-length collaborative poetry book, "A Red Witch, Every Which Way" by Juliet Cook and j/j hastain (published by Hysterical Books)

"A Red Witch, Every Which Way" is available within my Blood Pudding Press shop HERE - https://www.etsy.com/listing/473901408/new-a-red-witch-every-which-way-2016?ref=shop_home_feat_1