Poems

'the woman who knew how to cry naked'

the woman who knew how to cry naked
the woman who knew how to write crying
leant her nipples against the aquarium and
cried naked over the fish
cried naked over the knitting
the woman who knew how to cry and sweep naked
naked the woman who had one thousand eight hundred mirrors
on just one yellowing wall
reached for the seasoning burning her tits
the woman who knew how to cook naked
bled where she went over with the cloth the floor polisher
the woman who knew how to menstruate naked
the woman who menstruated playing the harp naked
she also shat the woman who knew how to wee naked
she looked at the naked [/skinned] chicken on the board
put her finger in the chicken’s arse put in the cloves of garlic and the naked [/peeled] peppers
the naked woman and a cleaver in her right hand
the woman who knew how to cry naked
the woman who knew how to laugh loudly naked
was the name of the preferred cigarettes of the neighbour’s husband